British Hotel Manali

... new LP I hold in my hands. He said he travels alot in India and likes this book very much. I was not so sure what to do with the old one (I already have some 4 books in my backpack), so I gave it to him as a present. Hope Beni will appreciate that :)
In the evening i had to return back to the center of the city to pick my backpack. There were a few drops of rain which scared me a little. But i preferred to trust the ...

... weeks later. We passed for a second time on the way back some trucks that had been broken down and waiting for parts. All manner of repairs are done on the side of the road you often see a gearbox or diff in parts being fixed, the trucks are repaired where they stopped, often in the middle of the road, with large rocks blocking the wheels to stop them rolling away. When they are finally fixed they just drive off and leave the rocks in the middle of the road !!

... by sacrificing live animals and then eating them. For three days we tried at all the temples to see anything even close to a sacrifice but all we ever saw was the slowest, lamest dancing and this crazy trapeeze act by a little girl. We were also told that this is the area that the locals in Goa visit when the monsoons closes the harvest Manli's famous hash. The parties are supposed to be great. We spent an entire night walking around the mountains ...

... and he gave me the names of some bars to visit in Laos which was pretty cool, although I believe when he said 'bar' he actually meant 'brothel'. Unfortunately he caught wind of the fact that I had a Lonely Planet guidebook with me and went off on a rant about ''the only people I see reading the lonely planet are lonely people'' etc and how I shouldn't let the book dictate my journey, I agreed with him on this point, but his general hippie 'the world owes me a living' and 'live ...

... for the pass so we were about even. Rotung La literally translates to 'pile of dead bodies' which is a reference to a number of travelers who have frozen to death up there over the centuries. I was considering not attempting it, thinking if I do get over it, there are going to be higher ones which I may not be able to surmount and then wouldn't even be able to come back. The beaches of Goa started to cross my mind..... It was the first clear day ...

... girl was a bit heavier so she took off the normal way, at least until she crashed to the ground a second later. That's when I began saying my mantra and doing reiki protection symbols on everything around me. Which made me feel even more like Gandalf. Then it was my turn. I was resolved on filming the whole deal on video which was a good idea, also because it took my mind off those trees. Not many people know this, but running down a mountain ...

... Kullu hospitality is real, the simple and quiet life at the top of the valley is a good one, full of love and constant work. Around ten or so, Pita-ji reclines on the small bed, and Dayalu and I take our leave, he going to bed, and I usually remaining up on the cold porch of my room, studying my hindi reading, writing and grammar by candlelight until the night becomes too cold and I have to climb under the thick covers to sleep.

Wow it's been a while since I've written, and I've been so busy. I was in Dharamasala for a few more days. I saw the Dalai Lama. I heard he was speaking at the children's home (which is like an orphanage for Tibetan kids who manage to get out of Tibet without their parents) so Britany (another Canadian i met) and I went. We took a taxi there, as we had no clue where it was, and then wandered around trying to figure out what was going on. We found a guy who did, so we ...

... smo sedeli na balkonu in igrali karte, ko se je zacelo bliskati in grmeti. Vzdusje je bilo sicer prav prijetno, vse dokler ni pocilo nekje cisto blizu nas. Taksnih obcutkov se nihce od nas ni dozivel. Sama lahko povem, da je bilo res grozljivo. Pocilo je tako, da sem za nekaj trenutkov onemela, prav tako pa se mi je zdelo tudi kot da sem za trenutek tudi oslepela. Tezko je opisati, vendar po tem dogodku si res ne bi vec zelela vec v gore v vedenju, da so ...

... was way easier than the climb, on the way down we saw this guy playing the Dhol, and I couldn't resist the temptation, so I asked if I could have a go, the guy was more than happy to let me break out a few beats (see pic). When we got down we knew we had a long ride ahead of us so we fuelled up on some Masala Tea and off we went, we changed drivers again on the bullet, but Kaka was still doing the 'Duracell bunny' thing (go on son!!!). We were heading for Bhuntar ...