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Escaping the monsoon
The weather in Tamil Nadu was getting rather wet and I don't mean like UK wet, this was rain like the ocean poured through a sieve. So we headed over to the slightly dryer state of Kerala on the west coast. Thiruvananthapuram (Trivandrum for short) is the capital of Kerala but is much more relaxed and less crowded than the other cities we have …
"Penn State in" the mountians??
... their own Deity carving that is Hindu based, but specific to the village. It is typically a gold plated/ painted wood carving that is very old and about 3 or 4 ft. tall. Each village has its own festival dates and one night I step on the balcony watching the street below as I hear drums approach. With 3 drummers and two trumpet players in lead, three men hold the local Deity, mounted to a embellished platform, above ...
Jumping off to Jari
... as the sun sets behind the clouds. It's beautiful and needs to be seen to just be described in any way.
The guesthouse is ran by a few local men and women all amazing and so kind. It's only 100 rupees a night here and they cook an evening meal in there too. This is peace. Children play in the background and people sing intermittently. The river roars far away.
It's so easy. This is it. It's now and now is all there ever is. But also, it's liberating and warming to ...
70s tourism and the end of the road...
... were frumpy and bored, the lazer light show dazzled (until the power cut, when everyone stood around looking ****** off, in silence, until we heard a generator rumbling into life and the show started again - I am still not 100% sure if this was a sardonic joke about the Indian power supply or if it really did go off...) and many of the tricks were performed to a rave soundtrack with lots of Indian flags being waved :-) I also spent a day at the Manali Cooking ...
Heading up into the mountains
... open landscapes. Some of the drive had nice smooth roads, newly constructed, but other times our jeep found its own way, offroading on any feasible path it could find in the dust and stone. Near the end, we crossed the second highest road pass in the world - Taglangla, at 17592 feet or nearly 5400 metres. It was a 15-hour journey that merited many beautiful pictures.
Finally by evening we had arrived in Leh, catching a taxi ...
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