The festival of Holi

Undoubted insane.

We took a taxi to vrindivan, arriving around 7 am. We made our way to the bikari temple, the temple devoted to Krishna. We were in the belly of the beast. We found the place to be. Immediately we were being showered in colours. In the mouth, eyes, ears, nose. You name it, everything got coloured. By the time we made it though a small corridor to the temple, with thousands of people, we pushed and shoved our way inside. No photography aloud they said. Yea right did I travel across the world for a once in a lifetime festival to not get photos. It was difficult but I made it happen. After a hour or so inside the temple with cheering and praying, and all other sorts of mayhem we made our way out into the city again.

We stayed in vrindivan until noon where we decided to head back. It was absolutely more than we could handle. It was unlike anything I could ever describe or show with pictures. You need to be there to experience the feelings it brings.