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... her to give this response when this question was encountered. Finally she agreed to get something after I promised her a Diary Milk Silk in return. She finally went and explained them in Marathi that we were hungry and had no food with us and with the indefinite traffic jam, we didn't know how long it would take us to get food. So they gave her a biscuit packet. In tourist places, same language works wonders I would say. A couple of years ago, I ...
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We walked back to the hotel and decided to play some games. Everyone decided to play cards, I decided to sleep. I'm very bad at card games. I never really understood them. I managed to play only UNO and bluff after a lot of hard work in college. Here, they started playing rummy and Mohit ...
... bland but I must admit, it was a pleasant change to the lentils, the beans and the brown rice we'd been eating at the Basunti. I feel like I'm about to give birth to all the air accumulating in my tummy! The remaining part of the day was left to browse the shops and stalls. Unfortunately there was no time to go for a trek in to the Himalaya mountains which was now looking enticingly close and majestic. Ah well... Determined to find my 'Inner Balance', I went back to the ...
... under virtually every bridge. Here you don't need the iron walls and roofs, just some poles and a few tarps will do the trick. Now we traipse through all manner of suburban stations before finally rocking up in New Delhi Railway Station.
Red and grey trains this time - a real change from the blue and blue ones. We're in the North now! Lots of small makeshift settlements. A guy collecting plastic bottles from the track. People chuck *everything* overboard. ...
My journey to the beautiful mountain town of McLeod Ganj in Dharamsala involved a long, bumpy and overcrowded overnight bus ride from Ambala on the way from Rishikesh. The bus had sliding windows, which would vibrate open every time we hit a rough patch, and I would awaken from my restless sleep to the feel of the near freezing temperatures howling through the window.
The following day, I did a kora or ritual circuit around the outer walls of the Tuglagkhang ...