I had walked all day to meet the swami at the top of the mountain. This was when I was a sprout, looking for wisdom in all sorts of off beat places (it was the 70’s after all). I was concerned about the threat of nuclear war, mass starvation, and race relations, so I was off for India in a bid to find the meaning of life. It’s a long flight to Delhi, and a 12 hour train ride into the mountains. From there a bus (itself a prewar relic) creaked, wheezed and groaned its way into increasingly higher altitudes, past vertiginous precipices, and sudden death curves to a village were we disembarked and hiked for almost 8 hours.