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Got up at 04:15 this morning to tackle Rohtang. It was still quite dark at 05:00 as our 12 Enfields rumbled down the street in Manali, but the first shades of dawn were showing and it lightened considerably as we left the town and started the ascent. Magnificent ride through the lower pine forest to start with, windy roads ending with a switch back, the more if the same as we ascended. We made it past the first checkpoint by 05:15 so we were ...
... fish thali meals, or poortta with fried chicken. It is all cooked in coconut oil, but it doesn't smell as I had expected it to. We alway remember Zara and the discussions we had about the virtues of coconut oil to cook in, we must be getting much healthier here eating all this coconut oil. We usually do that for lunch and then eat at more up market restaurants at night, so that Mark can have a beer before dinner. We are really over having ...
... rewarded with the sight of a herd of yaks in the distance.
We shared the road with many of the same style of truck we have seen all over India, but I think they were at their regal best in this landscape. These machines are built to freight goods all over the vast country so need to cope with all the horrendous roads, over all the terrains, for days and days at a time. Roaring beasts of force and burden, these monsters belch fumes into the face of any other road ...
... some ‘Bhang’ party invitation for a Norwegian Arian neighbour who obviously didn’t come for the Buddest monasteries and came for the weed that grows wild at the side of the road. There’s tonnes of itwhich is visible in all the little red eyes of the locals. Bloody stoners.
We head to the monastery and into the main town to see what the locals do. Clean your shoes, sell you dead chickens and crochet mainly.The ...
... far, every seat has a seat belt, yet no clip for it, rendering it completely obsolete. If this is evidence of Indian workmanship then I imagine it is only a matter of time before Jason's top bunk crashes down onto my face at 4 in the morning. On our first car journey, the passenger footwell was also filled with a couple of live chickens, so it looks increasingly unlikely that we will do any driving ourselves. The buses blare out loud Indian music for the whole journey, which I ...