Hotel Angel's Inn
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Manili was the final destination of my Kashmir loop. Even though i'd now left the state of Kashmir and entered the neighbouring state of Himachal Pradesh, i was still surrounded by beautiful, natural scenery. The road trip here passed through the mountain roads, glaciers and valleys i've become accustomed to in this region. The town is split into two parts, old and new. Most of the cheap rooms are in old Manali which is where i ended up staying. Manali is known as "Valley of the Gods". ...
... to win the king in a battle as it would fulfil the Asura’s wishes. As expected, Khoran was victorious in the battle and Bhageerathan was banished to a jungle. At this juncture, the king met Narada and pleaded for his blessings. He wanted to regain his lost kingdom. Narada asked Bhagareethan to go to Sage Dhurvasar who guided the king to observe vratam on Fridays.
The king followed the advice of ...
Yesterday afternoon we hired a tuk tuk and went to Chennai beach on Bengal Bay. The sand stretches for miles, no body wears bathers but those that swim do so in their clothes or saris. There are plenty of stalls selling toys, food and mini carousel rides; even men riding horses! We went to the fish market where fish are on display, no refrigeration but a huge variety. When the fish is no longer fresh (if it ever was) they sell it dried. We visited the ...
... trying to get on top of our
entries. At dinner time the owners cooked a massive dinner of chicken
curry and rice and rotis for all the guests. It was nice to eat some
meat again as we haven't been able to eat it very often. Almost the entire guesthouse was French
people apart from one other couple from Holland that unfortunately for
us also spoke french, so the conversation was mainly in french (don't
mention the ...
... for women to transport grass or wood in their baskets. Under that load the coolness is refreshing. Bundled up and waiting for a bus one morning I am amazed when a woman hauling a wood load steps out of the clammy fog of the street and as she approaches I make out the lettering on her sweatshirt to read "Penn State". It is a small world indeed.
Morning is also when a group of 10 men gather at town center and ...