A very ordinary Indian Swiss answered the Hare Krishna's temple door, and as he spoke no German he ushered us in. It turned out that he was just an inquisitive guest as well who came with his wife, bedecked with her red dot, to mark her as taken, both by a male and another faith. In the entrance hall we met a Hare Krishna person all done out in Orange - this season's color with the latest in Hari haute coiffure - a bald head with a tail growing out of it. Paz - having been duly pushed asked point blank "we met some of your devotees in town and they said that maybe..." oh dear "could we stay here tonight?" The answer was yes, if we made a donation. We finalized the deal and took seats in the waiting room with out fellow guests.
Minus shoes, totally soggy socks (they brought a new aroma to the Krishna incense) and our backpacks. Perhaps they picked up the sent of weary travelers as the first thing we were offered was a shower!
Minus shoes, totally soggy socks (they brought a new aroma to the Krishna incense) and our backpacks. Perhaps they picked up the sent of weary travelers as the first thing we were offered was a shower!
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