Let's stay with the sadhus for a while. They are mostly interesting to share a few words with and more often then not photogenic.

While I am posting this I remember the sadhu that we spent two nights with in Khirganga high in the Himalayas. I was six months pregnant and had made the trek up to his cave for a blessing before returning back to the UK. We had been living in Himachal Pradesh for two years and had decided to return home to have the baby. That baby is 40 years old this year and this memory seems like another life-time.