A Hare Krishna Breakfast

I slept the night on the floor of the Ashram but felt very safe in that environment although their whole imitation of Indians is hilarious. We were woken in time for the grueling two hour marathon programme. It varied slightly fro the evening service. Everyone goes up and takes a look at the idols in their glad rags. They also lay petals at the feet of the wax translator, everyone getting a turn. The same ceremony prevailed and the same battle to stay awake. After the service, with the chant still ringing in my ears, we had breakfast. men and women eat separately, and the breakfast consisted of sweet cheese, with kiwi fruit pressed into it, fruit salad mixed with yogurt, wet and crumbling halve, lettuce with a spicy sauce and avocados, hash brown potatoes stuffed with apples and sweet. To drink there was herbal tea. All very filling but what a combination of unfamiliar flavors at that time in the morning.