Hotel Snow Line
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... were told that the monsoons were late. I was OK with that. We had great weather for our tours. It was raining so hard, the pilot had to abort the landing and make another attempt. He got it on the second try!!
We met out tour guide and driver. We were a little leery about the tour guide. His English wasn't very good. The driver was better at communicating. It was raining hard. I mean HARD!! The first thing I noticed about our ...
... take him about ten days. I am not about to do that. The journey is not worth the reward in my opinion. Not to mention biking at 5100 meters. The other option is motorcycle. Now I hope In the future I don't regret this but I've decided against it. Many factors including price and logistics helped me decide. Not to mention safety and my lack of experience. It would have been ok in a ...
... realise the silent Korean girl was not with us.
Found her 100m up the road.
Barely a kilometre onwards and we boasted another dramatic puncture. By wonderful coincidence, the Himalayan heavens opened at exactly the same moment and we huddled around in blankets watching our valiant Indian team of three battle with a primitive jack and a spare tyre in the freezing rain. A victorious twenty minutes later, our trusty van triumphantly limped on under a rainbow, and ...
... 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.
... decided to quit competitive skiing after her 9th concussion. Watching her pour over her notes and texts, we could see she was an individual who knows how to focus.
It is common to see western women in crimson robes with shaved heads fingering prayer beads. Most are serene but one appeared to be troubled. One woman would come into the restaurant and order tea, then put her face in a grimace and begin fingering her beads feverishly ...