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... Singham Returns" ... a great action flick that I had no idea what was going on... it was not the usual boy meets girl, boy ****** girl off and then spends the rest of the movie trying to win back girl and then he does and in the end there is a big wedding. No, this one was all over the place but enjoyable none the less!
And the food!! Oh My God. I am a foodie. Which is no secret to anyone who has followed me on my blog. I LOVE food and I especially love ...
... alongside it and jump on while it was still moving. We had no idea what we were supposed to do.
Hayley asked the most smartly dressed man that we could find if he knew where the bus station was. The smarter you look, the more chance you might speak English and have some clue as to how this town works. He kindly directed us around the corner to the bus station, he said that we should be able to catch a bus to Rishikesh from there.
The bus station was horrible; ...
Chandigarh This was my nerdy moment!! Chandigarh is the capital of Punjab and not really on the main tourist route. As a result its pretty expensive here! The only reason I wanted to go was because the city was redesigned by architect Le Corbousier who I studied for one of my modules in university. The city is laid out in a grid like structure and separated into different structures. One of Le Corbousier's ideas was that people living in ...
... for a totally different reason! The seemingly worthless rubbish tips are treated as valuable sites, adults, children, pigs, dogs and cows all searching and sorting through the rubbish.
We arrive in Chandigarh the capital of Punjab and a greeted by wide tree lined avenues. It is alot cleaner here and there seems to be less poverty. Can actually appreciate all the fragrant smells of trees ...
... in precisely none of the guidebooks. I was to disembark here and find some way of covering the last 50km to Chandigarh. The next train wasn't for 3 hours so I located the "bus station" (a patch of waste ground underneath a half-built flyover), and somehow found the bus I needed. Its driver, a majestic, solemn Sikh in a mauve turban, huge fluffy white beard standing out against his smart dark brown windcheater, motioned for me to sit ...