Backpackeristan

Finally over the jetlag- a long overnight trip with little sleep, two massages and a yoga session. And, of course, an evening in backpackeristan. I love it- can't help it. The uniform Bohemian style- the same across Belize, Thailand, Indonesia and Mexico. Of, course, here in India too. Wood furniture, worn pillows/pads, bright colors, low lights. We favor thatched roofs and a tree placed somewhere on the premise, even if it's dead and functioning as a tabletop. Add in a Bob Marley flag, and you know you are home.

This one overlooks the Ganges and one of its suspension bridges. It's at least 80 feet up and receiving rain-premonition winds, full force. They feel incredible after these scalding days- powerful, cool and ruffling. Maybe they are bringing the monsoons with their horizontal rains. I'd like to see that once on the trip- the first quenching waters- and smell its effects.