awww look at those mountains!!
We got up before dawn to board the 10 hour local bus to Manali. I thought by getting the seat beside the entrance at the front of the bus i'd be able to stretch my legs out a bit over the bar in front (no leg room as my dad would say!!!built for little chinese men!!!!) . This however was not comfortable at all!!! With the bumpy road, manic driving and the bus stopping at every turn to pile more people on, it was not until about 8 hours into the journey that i got a seat to myself at the front and stretched the old legs out. As i was stretching i gripped onto something behind me, oh was having the most wonderful stretch when BANG! someone slammed the metal door of the bus closed hard on my fingers....X*&%(#&%.... ouch!!!
Anyway cradeling my brusied and throbbing fingers, sitting on my numb and yeah probably bruised ass i was still thinking that bus journeys...mostly the last hour or two are really still quite very lovely. With the train its the last hour when your arriving to the station thats boring and dull but with the bus wow the place you are arriving to begins to emerge, the excitment begins and apart from wondering whether my fingers were broken or not the uncomfortable journey is forgotten. It was amazing here, the mountains in Dharmsala were lovely but here it all seemed more rustic or something along those lines. The clouds on top of the mountains looked like there was a forest fire without the fire. The rain was just starting as we pulled into Manali bus station so i hopped onto the roof and pulled my bag down before it got too wet as i was too stubburn to pay a guy to do it even though i could hardly use my squashed up fingers.
We were met there by some friends Mel, Julien and Frank, that i had known through Goa or the Bollywood movie. This was the view from our guesthouse..... i know your jealous...its ok....feckin amazing view!
Frank (asleep), Julien, myself and Lydie
It was a little more chilly and torrential rainy here than i had expected so my first night out in the town in manali i was dressed in absolutely ALL of my clothes on at the one time. Voila! Ament i a sight for sore eyes. Well i didnt care at all. Call it survival instinct...
Oh yes and theres my less than 1 Euro, very dodgy cooker on the floor that i made many a hot porridge on!
The place we were staying was in a little village called Vashist a walkable half hour or so from Manali. There were natural hot baths there. My friend Frank was off to the hot baths every 5 miniutes and i really couldnt see what the appeal was except well being hot! They were public hot baths (seperate women and mens areas) so you stripped off outside in the cold first! It wasnt until about my 4th day there when the sun came out that i decided to brave the hot bath.
After that i was totally addicted! Come rain, sun, snow, whatever, i was in there 2 or 3 times a day. I loved sitting on the hard warm stone floor, scooping the scalding water over me, getting a great lather going with the shampoo, one that you just cant get with cold water i'd been happily using the last few months in india. There was a lovely social aspect to the baths too. Women of all ages washing each other, old ladies screaming at their grandkids to wash their backs! The water seemed to warm your blood and cleanse you completly. I was lucky enough to have the place to myself a few times when the rain was utterly torrential. I dont know if i will ever again experience such a cool thing as neck deep in very hot water, lashing rain on my head, the place all to myself, almost totally dark and with the temple bells ringing beside me....heaven.
This is about the best picture i could get, one of the nights i had the place to myself.
I actually became so addicted to the hot baths that i became like an indian instead of asking everyone 'where you from?' i was asking 'have you tried the hot baths!!!'
People washed everything in the baths, the water was so hot i even saw people running the hot water from the baths into pots full of eggs to boil them! this is the mens bath, no way, thank god, would the womens one be so exposed!!!
The weather was quite tempramental. One minute the sun would be shining and the next heavy, torrential rain and quite cold. It seemed to be one day of sunshine to 2 days of rain. Not a bad ratio if you compare to Irish weather but not too good if all you have are clothes for the beach. I splashed out on a yak wool hat, gloves, a 2nd hand jumper and a pair of cheap 'tracking shoes' to replace the ones the dog stole in Dharmsala (im over it now!woo hoo in boiling hot Varanasi the last thing i want is a nice warm pair of shoes)
This place was so lovely, you could just decide, 'ok ill go there' and walk up the mountain beside your house, or along a river for as far as you liked, uninterrupted by traffic or touts. It was very chilled out and anytime there was sunshine i ended up on unexpecdatly long long hikes! The first was when i was walking along a river one day i met a friendly israley girl (jeesus excuse the spellings in this blog!!) . We walked for about an hour up the river and came across a bunch of school kids holding banners, making a little protest.
It was an anti-pollution protest so we happily joined in, marching about the most pristine little indian village ive ever seen and chatting to these boys about it. The villagers where like ' stop walking across my garden!!' I found it funny that the school were trampling about such a lovely clean village with their anti-litter campaign....or maybe it was this pristine little village that was doing the littering elsewhere and thats why it was so clean mmmm. After this my god, myself and the isralie girl took an adventurous route to try and get back to where she was staying in the area of Old Manali. Instead of taking the road we were climbing along the mountain, at one stage the surface was smooth rock and almost vertical down, not such a huge drop but we had to carefully slide across on our ass to get past this bit. We had long run out of water and were so thirsty when we found a lovely little waterfall filled up my bottel and splashed our faces. I love that you can drink the water in the mountains....especially fresh from the waterfall. That was a cool hike i had with this girl and i was happy that i had invested in the cheap 'tracking shoes' (emmm im sure its supposed to be trecking shoes!)
You see mum i would have no problem with my bad spelling in india!
And look who i saw on a pack of mens boxer shorts....none other than our good friend Salman Khan the main guy from the movie we worked on! Wow isnt he a stud.
About a week later i had enough of my mad landlady who kept stealing my food and fed up of shivering myself to sleep every night in my stone room that i decided a change of house was needed! I had met some lovely french folks a few days before who brought me back to the place they were staying. It was called My House and it was excellent! Wooden floor and walls much warmer than concrete, previous owners had made nice and strange drawings on the walls and the best thing was that there was a tandoor cooker (kind of a little stove) in the centre of the room! Oh i had big expectations for this cooker!
Here i am making tea maybe?
This is the dog i adopted while in Manali....so cute.
The walls were a little bit shoddy as my friend Gerry who was in the room next to me, is kindly demonstrating.
Gerry with the dog Poochie-momo
Here i am cooking away, i have to say the novelty wore off a little when i realised how much time and effort it takes to start and fire and keep it going long enough to cook some porridge! Supercool place to stay though, very shanti shanti as the owner said at every opportunity.
Cute little things beside our guesthouse...i really wanted to keep one
I hopped on the bus one day to visit a little village called Naggar that was supposed to have a nice castle. The bus station in Manali was quite funny, donkeys, staring into space just standing there completly motionless. Unlike the cows who clearly have a lot going on in their mind, these guys had an utterly blank expression. The type im sure i had during many a lecture in college.....
Anyway, Naggar was a nice spot, i passed a sign that said, THE CASTLE, but it looked like a restaurant. I was walking up and around little villages for about 2 and a half hours when suddenly i noticed there was quite a breeze around my legs. To my horror the indian lady style trousers i was wearing had split right from my ass down to my knees on both sides. These are kind of tight trousers and all i had was my bag to conceal myself! Considering showing a bit of shoulder can be seen as erotic i was sure it was going to be an adventure getting back to vashist drawing minimum attention to the situation.
Here i am in Naggar just chilling out wondering the best way to cover up for the long walk, then bus journey, then another bit of a walk before i could be home! Anyway all was fine, indian men can be disasterously immature but compared to the movie shoot in Jaipur this was a breeze getting home! Naggar castle was a bit of a disappointment though..i was expecting some turrets and medievalness...
Another little adventure with a friendly Liverpudlien guy took us to the middle of the forest where we found this nice temple. We had to move fast as there were too many request for 'one snap please'! and we werent really in the mood to have our photos taken.
One very funny and quite entrepreneurial thing i must say thats in manali is that there are groups of women (and the mountain women are a bit mad!) holding fluffy white rabbits. When i arrived first i was sure i was going mad that i'd seen the elderly lady walking around with a white fluffy rabbit. Anyway rumour circulated that the rabbits hair was used to make clothes, that it was a photo opportunity or that yes maybe i was going a bit mad! Well i have to say it was the best 40 rupees i ever spent...along a quite forest path we came across a mad woman with the white fluffy rabbit AND a mad man with a big mountain Yak, freshly washed and brushed ready for one snap!
I felt 'at one' with nature. Actually i really didnt want to give the rabbit back it was very soft and fluffy and extremly passive to the point i wondered were these women feeding the rabbits the local charas...
Anyway as im way behind in writing this blog, thats kind of what my time in Manali was like, one or two sunny days spent on random little adventures and the rainy ones spent not so active at all i could say! Mostly hanging out at our cool little house with the tandoor, or swapping stories with other travellers at the rainbow cafe...or zorbing...that is being pushed down a hill in a big plastic ball....necessary...no...fun...VERY!