One of my favorite exchanges during my time in India has been one that concerned the weather. Waking up in Jaipur to a second consecutive day of rain I asked the hotel clerk if it was suppose to rain all day, his reply "It depends on the weather." To me, everything about this response is quintessential India.
The weather in the mountains seems to change in a matter of moments. You can be sitting in the sun enjoying the warmth when the wind picks up, clouds roll in and it begins to pour. A storm brewed outside as I ate breakfast, the wind showed its strength twirling the chairs on the terrace as if in a passionate dance. The rain held off on my hike to yoga but the thunder clapped overhead, and as our session started the rain tap danced on the tin roof.
But as quickly as the storm came in, it blew by and in the afternoon the sun was shining and the snow capped mountains came out to play. It was a glorious afternoon of mountain views and a hike to a waterfall.
05.30.14
McLeod Ganj, India
7:40am
The clouds brew behind the mountain and fill the valley with the sound of thunder. It smells like rain in the air.
After 3.5 hours of stretching and twisting I am treated to this.
A walk along the side of a mountain to the cleanest water I have encountered in India.
Bhagshu Waterfall.
Marta, loving your journey and the photos are absolutely gorgeous. I look forward to reading your blog, everyday!
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