By David Lombroso
India is a land of inherent beauty, of chaos, complexity and contradiction, within which lies unparalleled opportunity to explore, connect and engage with humanity and spirituality at points transcending high and low.
I arrived the morning of Holi, the festival of colors, shuttling straight from Delhi to Mathura (Lord Krishna’s birthplace) for the most astoundingly beautiful first glimpse of a land and culture within which I’d wander for the months to come. From there, my two month solo sojourn took me to the desert palaces of Rajasthan, to the lush tea plantations of the Kerala highlands, the laid back beach huts of south Goa, to Dharamkot and Macleod Ganj--the Dalai Lama’s residence in exile--before culminating at an ashram in Rishikesh and, finally, the otherworldly pyres of Varanasi.
Holi in Mathura
Boys in Barna, a small village outside of Jaisalmer, Rajasthan
The holy city of Pushkar, Rajasthan
Markets in Jaisalmer
One of many long train journeys, from Haridwar to Varanasi (36 hours total)
The banana bread man, riding by with fresh baked bread every morning
at 8am in Patnem, South Goa
Dharamashala, Himachal Pradesh