does everyone on the bus. It turns out
that Mr. Yell in My Ear was some sort of
holy man who was just warming up the
crowd for a tour of the temples in this
small, gorgeous village called
Vrindavan. It is, I learned, the place
where Krishna met his wife Radha and
where they built hundreds of temples in
their honor.
So, for the next two hours I found
myself wandering through countless
temples, gaily tossing flowers onto
shrines, holding hands and skipping in a
circle around a statue of Krishna,
solemnly chanting, praying and clapping,
and all I could think was how homicidal
a bus of New Yorkers on the express bus