Hotel Akashdeep Manali

... could almost not get in. After that I went for yoga where the teacher found it very nice to help you bend in some positions I was absolutely sure my body was not made for... But I liked it a lot in fact. In the afternoon I went to Old Manali to start a trekking to the Solang Valley, but I never actually made it until there. There are no signs, no clear path, so I got lost :). I ended up in the farm of a 67-year old Indian guy who spoke English and ...

... smell the opium, and apparently manali is the town to get it.

And then, we took a trip down to the town, ever hearing the river flowing near us, changed money and boom! here we are at the internet cafe. I keep offering the others to write something, but they just grunt. I'm a moose.

Anyway, sorry if this lacks detail or is too detailed or is too tired sounding! I think we pretty much have to go soon. Only time for facebook. Ja mon.

this has all been -rich.

... you do something, so small, you scratch the mirror on a car, and they explode, their so angry. Like that." It seems to me apt that Igor has, for no apparent reason, chosen to tell us about an obscure banned French film centering on aliens. He spent his morning explaining to us how he saw Shangri-La once, and what travel at 4000m is like ("you drink water and zap, it's gone, you want more) and about how he works at Hamley's in ...

Manali, Manali, Manali. This is the kind of place where travellers come to simply chill. We rolled into town after 14 hours on a public bus from Mc Leod Ganj and found one of the best accommodations weŽd stayed in for a long time and for only $7. We ended up staying in Manali for about 5 days and really explored the valley, food and local favourites! It was the famous festival of Dawali whilst we were there which really added to the festive feel. The ...

... Spiti Valley and the town of Keylong. The bus company provided us with a buffet dinner at a hotel in Keylong and a nice tent to spend the night. We were awoken at 3:30 the next morning, and provided with "bed tea", after which everyone loaded back onto the bus for day two of the journey to Leh. Forty minutes in, we came across a landslide blocking the road. Theresa ...

Now I'm resolved. Tomorrow I'm moving over to the nearby village of Vashisht where Rittu, my reiki grand master, lives. And I don't expect to be going anywhere until I have to fly home. Today I had my first class in reiki, which included a formal initiation by the grand master. Very atmospheric and interesting. To be honest I've never believed that an initiation needs to be necessary for someone to begin healing, but I accepted it as I would accept any ...

... bridge. Down the muddy track through a mostly shut down Old Manali, I walked up the stairs to my old haunt, the Jungle Bungalow. It was here that I hoped to find Dayalu, my friend, and perhaps he could direct me to a guesthouse that wasn't all shut up for the winter, as his was closed down. Coming up the stairs I called out in Hindi, asking where my friend might be found. "Mata-ji," or "respected mother" smiled a broad Kullu welcome, bade me come up to the second ...

Leh to Manali After our trip to Nubra Valley we decided to head to Manali in Himal Pradesch with our 3 new Irish travelling companions, Brendon, Claire and Fiona - aka. 'The Lads'! The trip was going to be our biggest endurance journey yet - a two day bus journey over the Himalaya's (including the world's second highest motorable pass) - Arrggghhh!!! Day 1 We had an early start heading off from Leh at 4.30am ...

... nase razumevanje tibetanske kulture in vseh nevsecnosti, s katerimi se srecujejo. Vecerjali smo v italijanski restavraciji s prav nic italijansko glasbo, a zelo dobro hrano. Tega mnenja so bili najbrz tudi menihi, ki so sedeli v isti restavraciji nekaj miz dlje od nase. Presenecena sem bila nad tem, da se menihe vidi prakticno ob kateri koli uri v dnevu in prakticno povsod. So zelo integrirani v vsakdanje zivljenje. Ob tem pa sem se sprasevala od cesa zivijo, kje dobijo ...

... is there, but I thought against sitting in meditation for myself, as this (or any other) is not my religion, and prostrate worship is not in my vocabulary. (that's "prostrate," not "prostate," there, wise-ass) The monks are mostly good-natured people, and help to keep the feel of this enclave shanti, though many seem to have "strayed from the path," and wear fancy shoes, have cell phones (?!?) and I have even seen and talked to them in the pool hall ...