Travel Blogs from Kullu
... and traditional Bollywood, Indian music. As you can imagine, when we walked in we were quite a hit, four white guys dancing to the music. Famous status came out again in the water park with loads of people coming up to us saying hello, how are you and everything, couple got photos too. So surreal.
Golden Triangle, done.
Next up I came back to Delhi and met my Dad for a quick 8-day adventure before I see what Australia has to offer. We went and ...
... the trek was treacherous. Once reaching the top, all of the cursing in my head was silenced. The view was breathtaking and the mountain seemed untouched by tourism. Three small "shops", all of which have tarps for walls, selling masala tea and a few other items, accompanied by one small guest house, were all that stood upon the mountain. Like us, a group of young Tibetan men also chose to spend the evening camping on the mountain. To keep warm in ...
... watch a discussion of painting and judging of thangka by a panel of red-clad monks.
We stock up on pastries from a little bakery up rickety steps perched above a tiny general store. The shop keeper ...
... his time, we exchange greetings and have a few words after which he touches my arm in way of a blessing and I turn to continue downstairs. I literally turn to keep going when it struck me who I’d just been speaking to, it was the actual 'Dalai Lama', I couldn’t believe my luck and I’d just been blessed by him. I got to the bottom of the stairs and I did take a quick discrete picture and although he has aged from photos I ...
... which was less of a problem for Diana than for Stefan
who missed his pasta.
At 7am we
rose to the sound of chapati being made on the fire, at 10pm it was
gas light out, meaning bed time.
We loved the
simple life our minds seem to be free from excessive thoughts. There
was only climbing, chess, reading and chatting with the other
climbers and travelers.