Hotel Rajhans Manali

Hi all! It is time for an update again! I hope you are not yet tired of reading all my great stories...<br><br>When I was on the trek in Leh I met this American girl Jackie who could speak Tibetan and was leading a group of 18-year old students to learn them about different religions and educate them about India and Tibet. I said that I was going to Manali at which she said immidiately: "You are going to smoke weed there??". I said no, we can do that ...

... And hooper and i only missed ben having a really ****** time while we were gone. <br><br>On a quick side note, while Dan and i were on our man date in the mountains, ben officially droped out of the facial hair contest by shaving his moustache and opting for the "chin carpet" he is so fond of. Just check his profile photo on his travelpod homepage. So its off to Chandagar, the most modern and well planned city in India, to party for the weekend. <br><br><br>

... gone from a country where a budget of $10 a day is more than enough to one where it's more like $30. Once we got there, we'd have ten days to try and see Tanzania, and would have blown what remaining small amount of cash we had on a tragically short safari. Perhaps what sealed the deal was an e-mail from our potential hosts in Dar es Salaam. As Indians who were raised in Tanzania, and know both countries very well, we thought ...

... from your peers, and of yourself. On the way back I saw a load of equestrian beings that may have been donkeys, or just unkept horses, not sure, I will refer to them as 'Honkeys' as well as many a sacred cow eating from sacred bins and a huge pack of mangy dogs that hang around like gangs of hoodies, but from there tired expressions and scruffy appearances seem more like groups of old people. Well due to my disinterest in a town that may look like it was the set for Twin ...

... halfway around the world on monkey class either. Just stay flat on your stomach and pray for mercy with your palms resting on your butt cheeks (yes it does look funny and it's ************* a bus). I've been more or less sitting on my healing hands ever since, but I've come to the conclusion that maybe I should augment the treatment with some painkillers. I guess reiki and paracetamol is what I need. And a donut-shaped cushion if I can find one. Morten

... others. The next day we hiked to Battal, which turned out to be two small shops and a single house. I got on a bus to Manali and... no seats. By then I had learned to stand on the staircase to avoid being beaten by the roof. It was actually a great ride. I got to look out the front window, which made me appreciate how skilled these bus drivers are. I'll bet it's easier to fly a space shuttle. The roads simply disappear sometimes and become ...

... remarkable quickness. In the fall, every house has a sheep, but by the time the snow comes, the sheep is "katam!" Made into dried salted meat which sustains the family through the winter, this Kullu jerky provides a necessary protein supplement to the mostly vegetarian diet. The nights are calm, the village life simple. We sit after the meal, smoking bidis, talking, Mata-ji hand-spinning wool onto a handmade bobbin all the ...

... squabbles between a stubborn German old lady and an English couple kept us entertained between toilet stops which were hilarious in themselves. We arrived safely in Manali and found accommodation and booze with our English friends. Manali is a gorgeous little village nestled in a valley and we spent a lovely few days chilling out with Jim and Margarida. But then we had to say goodbye....on to Dharamasala!

... za zivljenje in pomislila tudi na to, da jim najbrz ne gre tako slabo, ce si privoscijo vecerjo v italijanski restavraciji... Najbrz dobijo kar veliko denarja od vernikov in ostalih, ki upajo in verjamejo v gibanje "Free Tibet" ter zaupajo menihom za svoje duse in usode. Pot smo nadaljevali proti Amritsarju, kamor je peljal en in edini bus ob 5h zjutraj. Ni bil "de luxe"... Vozili smo se 7 ur in tisti, ki niso mogli zaspati, so zatrdili, da take voznje pa se ne... Menda je vmes ...

... competitive games with others. Perhaps they will be reborn again and again into the cycle of Samsara until they realize the wisdom my own father imparted to me long ago: "If you're good at shooting pool, that just proves you're a loser who hangs around in bars all the time. . " I have been giving back a little here by teaching one of my Tibetan friends some chords on the guitar--he has owned one of the Indian made "Ebiphone" guitars, and actually one of ...