We're in Rishikesh, India, the "Yoga Capital of the World." There are lots of white people with flowy clothes and dreads here. We haven't done any yoga. We just wrapped up a week in a tiny village called Than Gaon. Here's the highlights:

• Getting lost on our 10 mile hike in the Indian Himalayas, stumbling upon a piece of land called Cloud's End that had a sign saying "Warning: Infested with snakes, scorpions, and spiders" and eventually getting so disoriented that Rahul asked for directions from a cow.
  
• Watching five year-olds beat each other with a stick if they got their ABC's wrong.
  
• Celebrating Valentine's Day with two candles, a jar of Nutella, and two 200ml bottles of wine (which we only found after a countrywide search for a "wine shop" that sold anything other than whiskey).
  
• Meg treating some of the 12 patients who had all managed to survive the week before when their jeep when hurtling off a local cliff in a rainstorm.
  
• Learning the chords to Springsteen and Avril Lavigne songs.
  
• Waking up to hail pelting our bed.
  
• Doing yogic headstands at sunrise.
  
• Building a fire to make hot water for a shower.
  
• Being guided through the mountains by a guy who insisted on changing out of his work clothes and into a sharkskin suit for the entire hike.
  
• Spending the whole week hanging with a painfully serious former professional field hockey player named Rahul, who, after consulting with 3 different priests, solemnly told me that our name "means absolutely nothing."
  

---rahul