Lots of typical scenes here from the car window along our drive from Delhi to the yoga festival in Rishikesh:
Every once in a while there’s a beautiful rest stop:
Tons of bricks are being made here… everywhere:
guess what weed grows wild all along the roads?
Cow and bull shit is valuable here – their flattened out like pancakes and used for fuel to cook meals… I can’t imagine how the smells affect the taste?
we get close:
