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... Krishna every time we passed a shrine, then every time we passed another person until he was just doing it constantly and at nothing in particular. He offered me some paan, one with tobacco in which I'd never really tried, only the sweet variety. I declined, thinking of the rotten brown teeth that most of it's regular users seem to have. Shortly after we'd made another mystery pit stop, this time near an old shack, but again in the middle of nowhere, Sanjay returned. I feared the ...
... in Nepal such as proper samosas, tikki's and rosewater and pistachio lassi's. After a couple days, it was time to check out Kasar Devi/Hippie Land, I decided to get a room there to soak in the atmosphere. Surrounded by steep pine forests and strung out just below the temple from where the village gets it's name, it was certainly a scenic spot. The hippies always find the best places, before the developers move in and build three star hotels everywhere. This place however, ...
... wasn’t there. We tried to get in without having to stump up the membership but even our silver tongues couldn’t talk ourselves into the place – it did look very cool though with buttoned-up barmen with handlebar moustaches and signs warning that "decorum should be maintained". Couldn’t find anywhere else open tonight so headed back to the trusty Sakley’s for our last Indian curry which was phenomenal – this place also plays ...
... was founded by homesick Brits who thought the area reminded them of the Lake District and on the drive we did get a sense of being amongst the Cumbrian fells although once we saw the various temples dotted around you're soon reminded that its India. Got checked into the Hotel City Heart, sorted out laundry then supped beers on the balcony overlooking the lake – was nice to drink beer for a change, the folk ...
... by ATMs and card machines? The prospect of spending the rest of our holiday in an Indian jail loomed ever closer.
Meanwhile, the tailor set about measuring me for my bamboo suit, although by this time, I was convinced that we could purchase neither the suit nor Judith’s shawl and kurti. The optimistic “no problem!” which greeted this pronouncement, did not seem to solve our immediate predicament.
Perhaps the ...