Hotel Ankit Palace
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... the main town, adventurers come for trekking, climbing, mountain biking, canyoning, paragliding, rafting and skiing and Indian families and honeymooners come for the cool mountain air and a taste of snow on a day trip to the Rohtang Pass. Manali is also the main jumping-off point (between June and October) for Ladakh and Spiti. So popular has Manali become among Indian tourists that it has an estimated 800 to 1000 hotels and guesthouses in the ...
... minds of people. They took refuge in Lord Muruga and he destroyed Vallan. Since this was ruled over by Vallan for a very long time, it continues to be known as Valla – Kottai – fort of Vallan.
Saint Arunakirinātar has glorified this temple in his Tiruppukal in seven songs. Here in this temple, the idol of Murukan is the tallest in India, seven feet in height. With Valli and Teyvayānai ...
... fine but you had to respect the family's wishes in the home. We had a traditional Indian meal - some of which you will recognise like chapattis and chicken biryani but it tasted so much nicer than in the UK. Everyone ate their food using just their right hand. Now you know I am still a novice on the art of eating so I played safe with a knife and fork and used my chapatti to mop up the sauce. Oh and I had a mega mango smoothie. I have ...
... the tout/owner picks you out right after you step off the bus, offers you heir services, takes you to their establishment and you actually enjoy it :) (including home made chocolate cake we were treated to) Good for you, Eagle Guesthouse! 4. Marveled at the number of so-called German bakeries in Manali, which were no fewer than 5, probably more, and their only advantage was serving decent coffees (pastries and cakes were such a far cry from the ...
... were so completely surrounded by vehicles that we still couldn’t have avoided them. Time and time again I held my breath after smashing into deep hollows, fully expecting the subsequent lumpy gait of a buckled rim or punctured tyre.
Mercifully, after more than 2 hours of nightmarish riding, we happened upon a roadside hotel. Enough was enough. Our faces were blackened from diesel, our eyes red and bloodshot from dust, my throat felt as if ...