Hotel Shingar Shimla

... Pradesh is divided into 12 districts namely, kangra, hamirpur, mandi, bilaspur, una, chamba, lahul and spiti, sirmaur, kinnaur, kullu, solan and shimla. Roads are the major mode of transport in the hilly terrains of Himachal Pradesh.

The climate of Himachal Pradesh is cool to cold all the year round and is always inviting the tourists to enjoy a stay amidst the hills and mountains in the panoramic state of Himachal Pradesh.

... Victorian mock-alpine fancies, theme park gothic, and modern concrete Indian all fighting for space on the cliffs.

The main attraction is the old Vice-Regal lodge - a very grand building built in Scottish Baronial style, with a neatly manicured lawn and tidy flower beds in really looks out of place in India. Build in the late 1800s - with ducting ready for electricity long before it came to India. The brief tour takes you to the room where ...

... the one I looked at the morning, but how different are the associations it brings now... 
Btw, the peak on the pictures, which is just in front of Peo & Kalpa is called Kinner Kailash, and is taller than 6000m 
When I got Peo bus stand it proved that unfortunately the seven o'clock bus is full, and I can get a ticket only for 16:30, which is not that nice, well at least I was lucky to be at the station on time. I made a round at the Peo's ...

... the next day recounting how Spiv tried to argue why their rooms bolier wasn't working (Steves a plumber) ''and I thought just get lost you grubby little f*cker''. That night Kate gets a new nephew! Baby Matthew. Excuse to drink more vodka. Niether of us really left the hotel the next day. Having had enough of the 'scene' we head South to Naggar, ''prettiest village in the Kullu valley'' according to our guidebook. Tiny. Nothing to do. It ...

... there and admire them for a whole day. I was actually happy to have turned back, it would have been a shame to miss this place. Unfortunately, I had to keep going to make it on time for my meditation course, so I left the next day. I finally reached Manali but not through the scenic route I had planned to take. I had been there in September and somehow it seemed different. There were lots of Indian tourists and the bus stop had moved I think. I ...

... in turn was in a rather impressive building, which in England would be called a stately house and used to be called the 'Viceregal Lodge', where the Shimla Conferences were held and where the Partition Agreement was signed. Again, a bit too British to feel like India and a bit odd. But if it had been in Britain the National Trust would have taken the garden in hand and the ticket office wouldn't have taken a two hour unscheduled lunch break. They also wouldn't have called the ...

... and brushing their teeth at the shared sink. Indecent, I know, but what's a girl to do? It's funny what Indian men will stare at. The train ride was fun- it was so windy that it went through a little over 100 tunnels in 93km. The mountains here are so steep that there are terraced fields in virtually every rural community. It is neat to see the terraces bend with the hills in their patchwork of green and gold. So, the sights were ...

Me and Shira decided to see the countryside first hand on his motorcycle. We passed thru many villages and it was an opportunity to see the poverty aswell as the tourist spots in India. There is a hugely uneven share of wealth in India and wherever you see a luxury resory or mansion, across the road will be a wooden hut that a neighbour lives in. We then drove to the village of Manan where there is a beautifully ...

Wow, was I far away from reality for the past 10 days...it was a series of culture shock, stopping overnight at various villages throughout the valleys into the massive Himalayan mountains...spanning over 4,00 miles, they are the largest mountains I have ever seen, and they are right in your face, most peaks reaching nearly 18,000 feet (the highest peak in North America is 15,000) - in addition to spectacular scenery (and mountain road that will shake your tummy up ...

... right towards Manikaran. I politely enquired, "Manali hi jaa rahe hain na". "Sangam nahi dekhna hain kya?", was the reply as he negotiated the jeep through a narrow hawker-laden road onto a bridge. The view of the confluence down the bridge was amazing. The muddy waters of Parbati river were meeting the clear blue Beas. "Beas ka to sirf naam hain. Asli paani to Parbati ka hain. Bade jor se aati hain sab matti leke (The river may be known as Beas, but ...