Friday, April 14, 2006

Manali

Manali is unkempt but cool and cleanish.

Matan fancies himself as a great negotiator and backs it up by bringing one of the top hostels into range of everyone’s budget. Here is the view from the balcony.

The days go largely to chatting idly, playing cards, walking in the hills, and waiting for the rain to stop. The odd couple of Gary and Ehud, based just a few rooms down, provide the comedy.

Gary is in his mid-forties, is overbearing and is usually drunk by the end of breakfast, but rare is the moment that he is not saying something is not worth arguing against. He only has a few weeks left in India though this does not distress him – he can’t wait to get back to England to have some good food. Ehud is in his early-twenties, is quiet and occasionally wears Gary’s hat.

The group slowly disperses, all headed for Dharmasala save one. I book myself on the sixteen-hour bus ride back to Delhi. From there, I will re-launch my previously aborted tour of Rajasthan.

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