Hotel Preet Manali

... new LP I hold in my hands. He said he travels alot in India and likes this book very much. I was not so sure what to do with the old one (I already have some 4 books in my backpack), so I gave it to him as a present. Hope Beni will appreciate that :)
In the evening i had to return back to the center of the city to pick my backpack. There were a few drops of rain which scared me a little. But i preferred to trust the travel ...

... to find a tiny party at a random house and a Korean tourist with his local boytoy eating momos.

So me and hooper went snowboarding. We booked a three day trip into the himilayas, missed a ride back to to our side of the valley (AGAIN) and hoped for the best. On the morning of departure, we woke to find Ben presenting EVERY SIGN of malaria. We ordered him fruit salad, wished him well and went riding. When we returned three days later, we were ...

... to follow Babba who was now walking with a group of friends. We walked up, up, up passed little houses, cows (but of course), people and few hippie tourists were kicking around as well. Finally we reach this little hut at the very top with a breathtaking view of this massive mountain (4500 meters, 15000 ft). But Babba wanted to go inside the hut and so we did. At first it was us and maybe 4 guys, before we knew it, there were 13 guys and us, all locals save ...

... the way you want to - get out of the rat race' attitude was starting to get up my ********. I wondered if he considered lying around for 30 years drinking 8% larger and smoking Ganja any more meaningful than working your self to the bone for society's staples of a complete life, a house, a car, a family that loves you etc. I started to show my boredom with him by returning one Sylable answers and looking disinterested, I think that if he wasn't so stoned he would have got ...

... and felt a bit guilty leaving them, however there was nothing I could do to help and after waiting an hour and discovering that it would take a day to get parts at least and they would need special tools to re-fit the spring. They were going to attempt to weld it but I knew this would not work and offered my advice, it was snapped clean in two and I they would of even been able to hold it in the correct place to weld and even if they did, I was sure ...

... a 50 kg Indian and a parachute tied on your back isn't easy. The first two times we failed to take off although I struggled with everything I had in me. The third time it happened. Oh my God! How could I possibly describe the view and the feeling? We soared in circles, picking up altitude and I was amazed to see the take-off site way down below me when we came around. I'm not going to waste time trying to explain the view. I have it all on video ...

... lifters and rockers, among other things, so it is basically a rebuild. Should cost about 7k rupees, or almost 200 bucks, a lot of money for a shoestring traveler, but I have to bite the bullet, so to speak rather than having the engine go completely "katam" in the deserts of Rajastan. Better safe than sorry. All in all, I'm not at all disappointed in having to stay here a few more days--in the afternoon every other day ...

... class. Both boys ended up crying in the end and seeking the local chiropractor - if only one existed. The front was comfy. We rolled into Keylong late, around 9pm or so, and dropped our things at the Narwa hotel, heading out for a bite to eat. We met Linda, a very cheerful 52 year old Australian who, for some reason, thought it would be a good idea to learn to ride a bike and then cycle the 2nd highest road in the world. Day 4 in Keylong, she had ...

... through every even remotely rough stretch we all got very wet. Now normally this is a "cool" experience but when you are at 3500m above sea level in a windy canyon you will freeze - which is what happened to Vlada and I think it turned her off rafting forever!! Tomorrow we are off to Delhi to continue our trip and we are very sorry to leave this amazing part of the world - I think we have a trip to Tibet and Nepal coming up in the near future!!

... a bit of indian cheese, cubed. No masala sauce, not spice - just plain food. It was spot-on - the chef was a good guy - he'd talk cricket to me and I'd pull up cricket statistics on the internet for him to check out. My last night in Shimla, watched TV - a fairly amusing film, plenty of awful acting and basic comedy moments - think it was called 'White Chicks' actually it was terrible but it appealed to my basic sense of humour - tomorrow back down to the heat - night...'