The Chalets Naldehra
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... stained glass for it and just like every church in the uk has memorials in brass inside to various long forgotten colonials and local worthys some of which are very poignant.We enjoyed a cup of tea and the largest pakoras ever in a restaurant with a view but the fog descended again so we called the hotel to send us the taxi. we mistook the pick up place and sat down waiting when a passer by said are you waiting for your taxi because he's further down the road. good karma abounds ...
... 9 til 5 we chanted to ourselves. A local told us that there was a problem with the train engine from Delhi, a necessary component of the Shimla toy train as it pulls it up the sixty mile mountain narrow gauge single rail track. We found ourselves a platform seat and resignedly settled down with our Kindles. However, it seems that train stations are great places for getting to know the locals - they are not just keen to photograph us but as happened ...
... but in Sri Lanka it was akin to watching hours of a blue planet IMAX production. The train down the west coast travels predominantly along the seaboard. The beaches, coconut trees, lagoons and villages are postcard perfect all the way down south. If any of you are kite surfing crazy, let's talk about carving up that coastline. Long stretches of beach are deserted, and the wind is as strong as the water is warm. The interior of Sri Lanka takes the train ride experience up a notch. ...
... jump up in a flash in time of need. They told us how the men of the night got drunk and ultimatly brawls would erupt. Their job was to sort all this out and keep the peace.
One of the policemen was young and exceptionally handsome in his uniform, then there was the gentlemanly fellow of a kind heart who had looked out for our welfare, and the third, more of the brute, wielding his stick with extra strength and fervour to keep ...
... to stick her head out of the window to vomit down the side of the bus.
At Banjar we had a two hour wait for the bus to Shoja so settled into a cafe for drinks and thali, the telly on, and George making friends with everyone. with no toilet around I had to take George out on the road when he was in need and there I saw, as typically everywhere in the Himmalayas, that ganja was a common roadside weed.
Every bus that passed had lots of people sitting on ...