Martine

i went to rishikesh thinking i would follow in the footsteps of the beatles, but instead i ended up following in the footsteps of thousands upon thousands of orange-clad young indian men. they were all there as part of a religious festival where they carry water from the holy river to temples all over the country. and when i say carry, i mean walk. got to love that about india – you never know when your plans might change over a religious festival.

sleeping on the job

100km from rishikesh...

view from the ashram

my new friends

say cheese

rishikesh by night

holy river

cheaters

i have yet to wear my orange t-shirt, but when i do i’ll make sure to upload a photo.