Finally went to India with two friends. We hardly spoke to each other by the end of the trip. I hated India from the first moment. It was everything horrible that I was afraid of. Poverty, filth. I couldn't see past these dislikes and fears. Then we ended up in Varanasi on the last three days after a 2 month trip. I had to return. It was visceral. I had to return. At this point I went back to the States, separated from my girlfriend of 15 years, left the business, and prepped to return to India by myself. This would be the real trip. I took a two week course in Drawing from the Right Side of the Brain with the intention of seeing more clearly. I took a 3 month course in Bikram's Yoga with the intention of being fit to experience India in a strong and healthy way. I traveled across the United States trying to learn the Hanuman Chalisa, learn how to meditate. I laughed all the way. I was trying so hard to be holy. I walked naked into the desert to meditate, and sat on an ant hill. That was how this part of the trip went.
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