Hotel Emerald Heights Mussoorie

... they slow down for. While perhaps an overstatement, nearly all are not honest. I have run a few experiments after having been in a city long enough to know the rates, where I tell them to quote me the "real price", if they do I take their rickshaw right away, if not I leave. Not one has passed.

3. Monkeys... as awesome as they are... scare the **** out of everyone in India. When people see monkeys they tend to run out ...

... we used a paddle raft i.e. no oar rigs. Everyone had to work themselves. No assistance from the river guides. Cruised down the river with all the Bombay Boys in one raft. Did small rapids like " Three Blind Mice", "Crossfire", "Roller coaster" and the nine hole "Golf Course". We jumped into the river to do somebody surfing and pulled up close to Laxman Jhulla at Rishikesh. We packed up the raft and then drove back to camp and ate lunch ...

We just finished our final and we are now heading into town. Just a quick update because we are going back to Delhi tomorrow and I don't know the next time I'll have internet access will be. We both felt pretty good about our final. Andrew actually did really well on his oral exam, the teacher said he did the best in his ...

Today is Tuesday and we are back from Rishikesh and Haridwar. They were both interesting. In Rishikesh we stayed in the upper region called Lakshman Jhula, in a hotel called Hotel Surya. It was very nice and only 300 Rs for a room. Rishikesh is the place where the Beatles stayed while in India, so now the town is full of other white hippy people. It was kind of nice to see some other white people. That is one thing I forgot to mention about ...

... I don't want to push my luck....Igo looking for Mr.N....no luck I figure maybeI have to go at night, things willlook more familiar....I am right...I find him singing to a nightingale...so bloody wierd he beckons me inside and I amlost once more amongst the scraps of history...this time he inquires about my loss of sleep....creepiness is now at an 11...." I look that bad?" I joke...."No I just know that things don't sleep well at Landour".....he actually said "things ...

... of what it was like to live in this place during Maharaja times. There were massive hand operated fans and a big marble swing outside the front door. There were also pavillions outside which had been engineered to create sounds like thunder during heavy rain. The piece de resistance though was probably the marble summer house that had been stolen from Delhi fort brick by brick then rebuilt here. Very cheeky. We also took a second day trip from ...

... She was at the end of her trip, but had traveled to so many different places over the last 10 months. She ended up sitting near us during the ceremony, so we walked back towards our hotel with her and we all decided to have dinner together. We ate at another "higher-end" place due to our need for A/C after sweating in the heat for at least four hours. At dinner our Israeli friend told us about the different places she had traveled in India, and gave us advice on ...

... geniessen die Klimaanlage. Leider muss Bille nach Hause fliegen und ich mache mich im Nachtbus nach Manali auf. Eine harte Fahrt: Ich glaube irgendwas ging mit meiner Bucghung shief, auf jeden Fall lande ich zusammen mit einem Inder und einem Nepalesen auf einer Liege, die mir eher fuer 2 Oersonen ausgelgt schien. Eindeutig zu viel Tuchfuehlung ud wenig Schlaf.

... I think our very presence disrupts his inner peace and makes him uncomfortable. He speaks his instructions in a lisping, impediment-laden sing-song chant, "Waaatsch your-normal-bread, waaatsch your-natrel-bread. Feeeel the relaackssassion in all of your buddy...". Relackssassion is the key here and after every stretch we spend as much time again avoiding the temptation to drift off. And that, folks, is pretty much all we've done for five days, the perfect antedote to ...

... It's uphill and winding all the way, with nearly continuous hairpin turns. I thought Joan was going to be completely undone by this experience and she later told me that she was truly traumatized by it. You'd have thought our driver was competing in a time trial. The tires were howling on every turn, and I thought he was going to peel the tires right off the rims. Every time we made a hard right, he'd hang his head out the window and spit the juice ...