- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
TripAdvisor Reviews Himalayan Hamlet Kullu
Travel Blogs from Kullu
... o’clock in the evening, hair brushed, shirt and trousers, he looked so smart; his family were dressed up smartly as well and they gave me a massive present wrapped up neatly and with a bow. It was an A4 photo-frame with a Christian bible reference in it; it was so nice and thoughtful. Ravi is a true legend and such a lovely guy; I’ll definitely miss him. (Also can’t believe I forgot to get a photo!)
... around we (mainly Haley) were approached by Indian families wanting to have a photo with us, so ok a few was fine then they just started lining up and it got a bit to much so we had to bolt. I really should of made a sign saying "50 rupees per photo" we could of walked away with loads of cash!!
Then it was back to Kasol to catch a taxi to Bhunter where we caught the next overnight bus to Delhi.
... it's a nice chilled place, apparently. Plus, Kasol was kinda doing my head in, anyway.
A bumpy, stomach renching ride to Tosh, we finally chill and chat with some cool people at a really nice guesthouse. However, my poorlyness worsens. The real bad stomach cramps reminiscent of Leh truly return. I cry and shout in pain as they come and go, curling in my bed, and pacing the room. I take all the ...
... Cave. Terraced farms resembling overlapping slices of bread, dotted with pretty toy farm houses clung tenaciously to the mountainous green countryside.
The road was steep and treacherous, with barely room for two vehicles. A large old bus veered toward us, almost wiping out the side of our car. How it missed us, we will never know. Even when it screeched to a stop, there was just centimeters between us and the cumbersome bus. The ...
... used by the police on prisoners, one of which would leave it's victims unconscious for up to 15 minutes. He explained how he'd watched as a chair was placed on another prisoners hand, a prisoner who had no information to give but whom the police would try to get a confession out of whether it was real or falsified out of desperation. When the prisoner did not speak the police sat down on the chair. Another tactic used ...