Hotel City Heart 18
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... Israeli girls, one of whom was very reluctant to accept us. She met her match however as we were not going to take no for an answer. The world needed us to have a shower after 11 days. The journey over the Rohtang Pass was extraordinary; Swiss like alpine landscape flowed into a very bumpy and dusty twisting road that is in constant threat of landslides. Why would anyone want to cycle it as they seem to in droves?
Manali is a hill ...
... a struggle to climb the awkwardly placed ladder to get on top bunk; especially with Hayley’s bad back playing up at the time. We had been crammed in a jeep all day and it had done neither of us any favours.
“Excuse me, this woman wants to talk to you” There was a small man’s face looking in through our cabin door. “What?” I had absolutely no friendliness left in me at this point. A really happy woman leaned into the doorway “Hello, ...
... our passes hadn't been stamped, even though he had seen the others go on and their passes hadn't been stamped. It took the sensible actions of another lovely lady in blue to finally take the passes, and no doubt the responsibility, to let us three unstamped passengers onto the plane.
Not too sure why we hurried. There was alot of congestion at the take off site so we sat on the plane for about another hour before blessed take off! ...
... to light up the way. Once we reached the village though it was quite an amazing view and rest in the guest house was well appreciated.
The following day we headed back home from the mountains and stopped on the way to take a quick bath in one of the refreshing rivers that was flowing from the mountains. The water was so nice and clean. The peace and quietness of the whole Himalayan setting was quite refreshing.
... was getting late and we were getting a little tired, but Narindar still had some more surprises up his sleeves for us. He next took us to the lovely, perfectly manicured and shaded garden of the Sikh's sub-office (the exact name of which I can't remember at the moment). Here we had tea and cookies under the cool breeze of the overhead fan. And then, in yet another demonstration of his connections and warm heart, Narindar arranged for the sub-office to write ...