Hotel City Heart
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- Free High-Speed Internet
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- Free parking
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... the camels were loaded again and we made our way back, stopping at a desert village where we met some women and kids... I always find it a bit awkward to go and see how people live, but of course it was interesting! Another hour on camelback and we were back at the basecamp. A wonderful experience with those animals but also with our guides and camping and cooking in the desert ...
... and it's all by bus and train. We had a further 650 after that to our most southerly point just 10 degrees north of the equator. Eeek. We tried for 3 hours to decipher the train system and work out how to get to get from Jaisalmer to Mumbai, Mumbai to Goa and then onwards to Kerala. This proved fruitless. A 5 minute conversation with Mr. Sunny solved our predicement. Sunny seemed to enjoy having us there. He booked our trains and buses free of charge, he chatted with us ...
... nibbles from the kitchen. Here the eloquent manager chatted and introduced us to fellow guests so there was no excuse for not talking. On the first night we met a nice and funny couple from London and on the second a lovely newly-wed Italian couple. Retiring to bed on the now very chilly evening, we were both delighted to find not two, but four hot water bottles to snuggle up to in the vast bed. Even with the heaters they were still very welcome. We slept the sleep of the tired and ...
... The lake was flanked by pretty architecture and in the middle were some dilapidated temples, now the home of pigeons. We hired a pedalo in the midday sun and gently splashed along in the water. We were the only loons out in the heat.
A chap struck up a conversation with as we disembarked our boat. Now, I think it was about this time, that when locals asked us if we were English, Mike would say no, that he was Bulgarian. He would quickly add ...
... to tip their loads right over onto us, but we slowly inched and scraped our way through. At dawn, we were woken by a tea stop halfway up a mountain. The gushing river below beautiful wooded slopes, another dribble of sugary tea and a wetwipe did wonders for our morale, and even as the growing daylight revealed the sickening ravines, nonexistent verges and ominously warped roadside barriers between us and certain death, we carried onto Manali smelly but happy.