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planning a trip to the mountains with my husband.. plan to cover Manali and a few others around... have been browsing around all day looking for options for to do and what not to do.. confused!! i want the crisp mountain air to run through my hair and the sun kissed snow peaks to look nothing less than a dream... hmmmmmmm........... quite …
Hi everyone! Hope that life back home is good and we hope you all had a spooky Halloween!
Since we last put a blog post up we've moved around a fair bit, and it’s taken a while and referring back to the few pictures we took to work out our steps to get to where we are now!
We spent the last few blissed out days in Rishikesh …
... to pick them out of the water and rescue the bikes. I came up against a big submerged rock in one and stalled. Put my feet down and my boots promptly overtopped and filled with water. No electric start on these bikes but managed to kick start it and get through okay. Lunch at another cluster of tents. We stopped at Peace Cafe at 4,320m. After lunch we headed up the Baralacha Pass, our highest yet at 4,830m. Air is getting pretty thin here but fortunately not experiencing ...
... the life of people in kasol and in any other Metropolitan city and I tell you we couldn't reach on one verdict, I think it’s just better to always keep travelling, why not see both.
Around 8 in the morning, we left the Kasol and its gripping aura, we all were silent and went into deep sleep on the way, it was drizzling outside and now, the weather was unpleasantly cold, but how does it matter now, the trip was over, now it was only about ...
... fell asleep immediately and were therefore only semi-conscious victims of the long bouncy kilometers we conquered before dawn. I woke a few times, and remember a bitter cold breeze through the open drivers window and occasional snatched glimpses of an incredible starry sky between sleepy eyelids and the various layers of clothing we had stuffed around ourselves as an anchor against the atrocious road. Roused at sunrise, we had our first passport checkpoint. As one ...