I’m still not sure about the Pilgrimage, but it happens every year at this time. 1000’s of people walk 100’s of miles to converge in Pune. It affects the whole city because they block of roads for the parade.
We were on the other side of the river trying to get home from a grocery shop and our rickshaw driver tried his best but he finally pulled over, and made us get out with all of our bags.
We didn’t have a clue where we were and he spoke no English.
So the good deed shout out goes to the lovely young professional woman that was walking back to work and was kind enough to escort us to a familiar place so that we could walk the rest of the way home.
The rickshaw driver tried, she graciously offered guidance.
Choices. We could have gotten pissed off at Crazy India…the bags were heavy, it was stinking hot, and we were ‘lost’. Instead we embraced the adventure, got some cardio and were witness to the crowd of pilgrims that also had to rely on the kindness of others on their walk to get to Pune.
Sam Lloyd Yoga 