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... more than we have for their Kashmiri adventure, so Akbar, being the most connected man in the region, has had the place opened specifically for them. This is a private party! The kids eat and head back up to the hotel leaving Julie, Akbar, Michael and me. Smoking and drinking are permitted and Michael has patched his Ipod into the place's big on volume short on tone sound system, giving the place a certain Dutch vibe. We actually have some ...
... the lake and the floating gardens, but is also used by the locals, for transporting as well as selling fruits, vegetables, flowers etc.,
We encountered lot of Shikhara's selling fresh fruits, vegetables, steamed corn, cool drinks and snacks, in the midst of the smooth waters of Dal Lake.
The water was cold, and when we drove our hands in the current passing us, we could see that we were literally, moving on top of an underwater world ...
... not even the old city) was exhausting, with Kate and I receiving hassle from men all the time, and so we were always glad to get back to the houseboat.
The boys had to leave to go down south, so Kate and I decided to get out of there and go to our next stop, Leh, in Ladakh, by shared jeep. The road only opened a month or so ago and our books described it as a " treacherous journey after the rain" so when we were standing in the pouring rain for an hour waiting for ...
... thinks "Kashmir" has a certain ring to it. Robert Plant and Jimmy Page were originally inspired to write the song that they consider the quintessential embodiment of the Led Zepellin aesthetic after a trip through the mountains and deserts of Morocco. Apparently, "Ouzzazate" did fit the rhyme so they swapped names and chose "Kashmir" because the name itself conjures visions of strange cultures and far off lands. Well, that, or really soft sweaters. I suppose ...
... with them telling them about the enquiry the tourist office staff had just made on my behalf. A local approached me to try to help; he led me to one of the unofficial and dubious-looking private courier stalls outside the post office (which I had deliberately ignored as I doubted that my parcel would actually arrive if I used them). I filled in the paperwork but the courier guy needed a photocopy of my passport; my 'helper' took me a little way along the ...