The yoga festival is now over. One of my favourite memories from the festival is of the 98-year-old yogi. We had a humbling experience in his yoga class. The class started at 6am, the tent had about 150 people and the whole thing lasted 2 hours.. all of us were tired from getting up early, but not the swami. I’ve never met someone so old who had so much energy. He was one fired up yogi. He walked us through his daily routine which consisted of breathing and physical exercies. Every once in a while he would stop whatever exercise we were doing and exclaim “I normally do this 40 times every morning, but I’ll only make you do 5″. None of us doubted him. My favourite exercise was the roaring tiger. He had all of us make clawing motions and roar with him.. as I looked over at Brian roaring, I almost peed myself laughing. What’s happened to us?? At the end of the session, the swami asked if we would be ok with starting the class earlier, say 5am? The entire class groaned and responded, no.. hehee.. 
This yogi had us all in a sweat but he was the *cutest* man. Everyone I talked to wanted to go over and hug him. I wish I could post a picture of him.. but as Brian mentioned, our pics are currently infected with a virus. I promise to post of a picture as soon as possible.
Moving on, we’ve decided to spend another week or so in this Rishikesh/Haridwar area. We’re hoping to take a few hours of yoga each day to help us prepare for our upcoming hike. It’s really nice to stay in 1 city for a while.. we’re starting to establish a routine.
