Hotel Monsoon Palace
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... 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 ...
... like trees on barren land.
Khuri Desert Village
It became very apparent that the semi-touristy Khuri village is aimed at domestic visitors, with the elaborate setup of cliche looking desert tents directly outside of the town. Khuri itself is barren and shelterless, a fitting description of a desert town. Accompanied by an elderly french couple, we marched through the village under the harsh sun and on grounds so baked that the only evidence ...
... 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.
... of money to stop. It would of course have been entirely rude and too difficult to translate anyway. Once inside, there were stairs leading us down to the tombs. The first step down you could feel the temperature rise 10 degrees. There were hoards of sweaty, smelly people coming in and out. The more you descended, the hotter, muggier, and stickier it got. There was a metal rail separating up from down and once you were on a side, there was no getting out. I felt myself about to ...
Chris and Cathy's Excellent Adventures – part 6
October 2nd 2012 – Thar Desert
Awake. My watch reported that it was stupid o’clock; the moon still glowed bright in a turquoise blue sky. As the tendrils of first light began to dilute the semi-dark, I quietly unwrapped myself from my blankets and walked across the dunes to witness the arrival of a new day. Soon, the sky was splashed in a concentrated, dark orange wash which, in turn, ...