In every town in Asia with a sizable Israeli traveling population - none of which is in any way religious at home - somebody would find a nice restaurant and organize a weekly Shabbat dinner, this time complete with some likeness of Chala, grapefruit juice (brought in response to the requested grape juice - alcohol is prohibited in holy Rishikesh), and about thirty people at the  Rishikesh... the place where I finally slowed down and achieved some inner calmness.