Hotel Kailash Parbat Mahabaleshwar
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Mababaleshwar was a day trip we took from Pune. Getting there was half the fun. We went through the town of Wai and Panchgani. The scenery was/is breathtaking and we enjoyed every minute of the trip. The area is know for growing strawberries, so we included a stop at Mapro Farms where we had the most wonderful strawberry milk shakes and got to see the strawberry field up close and met the Evil Bunny!
... place to place, is suddenly possible in India – welcome to the twentieth century !
Today was just to put some distance. The trip meter reads exactly 750 km. Not bad for Day 1.
Every day, I am going to add a "deep insight" on the Indian highways. Today we'll kick off with the dance of the dinosaurs.
Indian trucks are capable of a top speed of perhaps 40 kmph ...
... clean, and fixed timings for hot water.All rooms come with attached balconies and a good view of the front or back garden. Overall, the rooms are average. but spacious.
The Food at mala's is simply brilliant. Meat lovers will have absolutely nothing to complain about. Just to give an idea, during our short stay, we had chicken tikkas, tandoori, kebabs, Yakhni Pulao, kheema Biryani, Chicken ...
... flower beds in their enthusiasm to walk around the plateau. And these weren't villagers mind you but so called 'educated' city dwellers. Is it any wonder then that we are losing our forest cover at an alarming rate.
The locals seemed to be more environmentally sensitive and I could see many volunteers going around picking up the trash left behind by some boisterous travellers.
The villagers informed us that ...
... were trying to teach us some of the dances of the local region and also trying to cover me and Nikki with as much paint powder as possible. We were dancing for hours in the heat and every time we tried to stop and have a breather (sweaty paint streaming down our faces) they dragged us back into the crowds for more- maybe our Bollywood moves weren't too shabby after all?
It was all going well until some kid threw a load of paint in ...