Hotel Multitech Chandigarh

I keep on travelling to different states in India. Nah, not for me to stay in hotels and burn my fingers aand pocket. Here's a nice site www.payinguests.com . Whenever I need to get hold of an aaccommodation in any city I just search. If it is urgent then I give my own SOS advt. , which aagain is free of cost. A convenient way, hats off to the concept.

... diesel engine pulling us up hills no train should be able to manage, crossing hundreds of bridges and passing through dozes of tunnels. All built to take the British to Shimla, which during the summer months was used as the British Raj's capital. Each small quaint station enroute has two signs, one telling you how high you've climbed, the other a quote promoting religious harmony.

... office for more paperwpork whch was yet again handed around the entire ofice before the bos and also the guard this time signed it. Permission granted - but we weren't free to roam where we wanted- our own personal guard (still carrying gun (with telescopic sight I noted) whch he switched to carrying at front of him or at the back depending on where he was) had to escort us and only to certain places. We went up on the roof, where there was a garden as well as more ...

(Written by Dave the pot shot taking McPune)

So we left Manali in the hope of making it to Chandagar just in time for the weekend parties. Chandagar is a city built and planned entirely by a European…so it makes sense. The street traffic flows, addresses go in a logical order, there are sidewalks, sewers, and even public squares. They say it doesn’t feel like India, but thanks to the honking, rickshaws, wandering ...

... people waving their money about and trying to cut the line. Insanity. Sara, Annina and Eyal got told that they had an e-ticket and woud be fine. I couldn't get a straight answer out of anyone. It was now 8:30 AM and we needed to find out where the hell our train would be leaving from. We stopped to ask various people and got a different answer each time. One person said platform 1, another said platform 2 and another said platform 3. We were running around with our ...

... kingdom, but actually one-man's 40 acre labyrinth of recycled junk and throw-away waste (broken plates, toilets, wire casing etc), re-used to make sculptures and other monuments. The rock garden was definitely a fun-place to spend an afternoon (Emily took 100 photos), but it also has a serious message which hits at India's need to recycle and be more environmentally aware. Sadly however, it seems this message is largely ignored nationwide, to the ...

... off-license). India is of course big enough to absorb a lot of us without us actually having to bump into each other but still, it's kind of unusual not to see another western face, especially considering the Rock Garden's claim as the 2nd most visited site/attraction in the country. Now do you see why we're such sceptics? · No... rocks Considering its name there aren't too many actual rocks (a lump or mass of ********solidated mineral matter) in the ...

... lost as every road looksalike. Rock Garden: Sector 1 : Open from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. and 2 p.m. to 7 p.m. all days.An unpretentious entrance leads to a magnificent, almot surrealist arrangement of rock fossils, broken chinaware, discarded fluorescent tubes, broken and cast away glass bangles, building waste, coal and clay - all juxtaposed to create a dream folk world of palaces, soldiers, monkeys, village life, women and temples. These ...

... up and played cards with them. Indians and drink, as we discovered in Diu, do not mix. They got leary and one of them started having Ben's life in Hindi. Ben could tell, and when the lad blew him a kiss, Ben gave him the good old Durham "what ya de'in like" and insinuated that he was a bender haha. The lad apologised hahahaha. I wish i had seen it. Asleep on bad terms the *******, snored like a tiger all night and when they woke ...

... we found the correct bus. This time the bus was relatively empty (thank God) and we actually enjoyed our hours drive with a sane crew (at least this driver wasn't trying to kill us...overtly anyway) towards Kalka a small town at the foot of the Siwalik hills (the front range of the Himalaya) from where we hoped to catch the famous 'toy' train that winds its way up to the old British hill station of Shimla, renouned for its architecture that mimics an English village and a MUCH COOLER CLIMATE!.