After a wonderful 10 days with my first hosts, Charchit and Bikram, I decided that I was pushing the envelope for couch surfing so I looked for a new home. I arrived as Mr. Singh's house late at night on a Thursday. This was what I had imagined. The decorative vases, table cloths, and functional air conditioning units of Charchit and Bikram's were replaced with cramped living spaces, spotty electrical work, and harsh lighting, what remained, monolithic, was the Indian hospitality. The next day we left for Rishikesh on a trip that I had apparently consented to going on the night before. We arrived and crashed in a hostel. We spent the weekend in Rishikesh riding and walking aimlessly around, stopping into temples and picking restaurants based on convenience. After three days of this it came out that he had been operating under the assumption that we had been brought together by god in order for me to produce a documentary on him. Sidebar: He is a yogi with over 12,000 followers, his organization is operational in 40 villages and he is planning a month long event that will bring the best and the brightest from those villages to compete at his yoga camp. Once it became clear that I was supposed to come to his yoga camp for a month I dipped. I booked a ticket on the next bus to Delhi, which was the next morning. Before I left though I had agreed to do some photography with a guy at a motor bike rental place. We met the next morning we met at 5 AM and watched the city wake up. Then he took me to have breakfast with his family. Though their house was just a large four person bed, and an attached kitchen they too exhibited what seems to be the Indian constant--incredible hospitality.