Quality Inn Apple Country Manali

... for the local Bookworm shop to get opened, and was more than happy to get myself a brand new Lonely Planet! I'm not sure what to do with the Beni's LP, probably I should sell it, or just give it as a present to some nice traveler.
I looked for a cheaper place to stay and was prompted to go to the Old Manali - the most of the foreigner travelers stay there. That was true, i imediately met some Israeli girls, there were also ...

... of wood and surrounded in rough stone walls. having been refreshed we started our descent, which was even more arduous as we were constantly thrown about the jeep, and passing within feet of sheer drops that would have meant certain death with the slightest miscalculation from our driver. it took us as i mentioned, 7 hours to get to keylong, barely a quarter of the way into our journey ...

... divided by an uncrossable river. In an oversight, we missed the last possible ride back across and were forced to walk the 6km back to our accomodation. That night, we arranged to meet back up with a few English girls, one of whom was celebrating her birthday...or going home day...or something. who cares, it was a chance to relax and have a few beers without rushing home. Big mistake. See, the party was back across the river--late at night--and we ...

... blue laser bolts from her fingers which made all these stars fall out of the bloke with the bad hair's ears. Then he was crying with the kid as for some reason he had had his tache and mullet shaved off to reveal a handsome Bollywood star, now the ladies were interested. This was only about half way through but I had run out of patience for this madness and plugged into my iPod. Manali - not what I expected/hoped for, it is a tourist town, a holiday resort not just for ...

... of the toughest things I've ever done was trying to control my digestive system while the bus rattled over the rough dirt road, through the frigid mountain passes, and trying to get the window open quickly enough to allow the contents of my stomach safe passage out of the bus. And so it went for the better part of 12 hours. I was so exhausted when we arrived that I barely had enough strength to clean myself up, and crawl into my sleeping bag for some sleep.

... a very sad pony with a death-wish. Also, he was tied to five of his brethren carrying a Korean tour group, while being beaten by a pony driver with a big stick. At first I named my animal Shadowfaxe but towards the end I secretly called him Eeyore which seemed much more fitting. He accomplished the mission though, and I wish that he finds the happiness he so obviously lacks. Also, I hope the pony driver finds a different outlet for his rage ...

... with the two young neices spying on us through the window, curious about the tall "Gora" who has come to stay. Mata-ji helps me with my hindi, teaching me some local words, and correcting my grammar and pronunciation, while the fragrant odor of the resinous wood they burn for heat floats in the room. Warm it is in the small room, warm in temperature, and in feeling. It is nice to have my own village family here. The ...

... of ripe orange fruit. In the end, however, Kevin led the charge back down to Manikaran as the Country Charm bathroom was calling his name: "Kevin....Kevin?" Finally, the trekking expedition arrived--the three porters, the guide, the cook, the hotel owner who put together the rag-tag ragamuffins, and the Manali guide with the bum foot, who assured us all was hunky dorey. "All full. No more room," he said describing everyone's ...

... Tako si lahko predstavljate, da na cilju nase voznje nase cunje niso bile ravno najbolj suhe. Pa to niti ne bi bil tako velik problem, ce bi se tu perilo hitro posusilo. Po dolgi in naporni voznji z veliko postanki smo vendarle prispeli v Manali - mesto, ki lezi na obronkih Himalaje. Upali smo, da bomo tu uspeli ubezati vsemu hrupu in natrpanosti Indije. Da bi si koncno lahko odpocili duha v tisini gora, med malimi vasicami in tukajsnjimi prebivalci. Vendar ...

... take us up into the mountains. We hadn't stopped all the way to Anandpur Sahib so I wanted a break and let Gagan take control of the Bullet, Kaka on the other hand is a warrior so he just kept on going, just like the Duracell bunny! The truth of the matter is, he didn't trust Soma with his bike, I don't blame him really! The next stop was high up in the mountains at Naina Devi Mandir, we had to park the bikes and walk up 588 steps to get to the Mandir, as you ...