Approaching the narrow hanging bridge to cross the river the view always strikes me and I have to stop to remember to breathe.
The river is rushing by with such force and power it seems as though it is we who are floating on it, when it in fact is the river which is rushing between us. The mountains filled with lush green forest seem to sway in the air and I can stand for a long time only engulfing the scene.
The Ganges rushing by the small town of Rishikesh. The small town that is filled with orange dressed pilgrims on their way to the only one remaining Shiva-temple in India. Just here, a few hours walk from Rishikesh. This little town that seems floating on the holy river.