Little Choo Choo
 Oldie manali! Nor rain nor wind nor snow .... or even them herbrew keyboards shall stop me from blogging!! muhahahaha! Damn fcking dstupid keyboards... Old Manali... it's OLD.. and its MANALI!!! Did you know what people in mumbai call Manali Cream is actually called Malana cream. Malana's this places near Kasol.. well.. up and over a moutain away. The best hash in the world (so I've been told) comes from there. But aha!! Malana's protected.. -by crazy inbred people who believe they're decendents of Alexander the Great!! No.. really.. Crazy - Cause they believe that. Inbred - cause they don't allow anyone else into their society.. and u thought parsis we're bad. according to Momo's research and subsequent conversations with cab drivers, drug dealers, drug lords (thats what people tell us) etc., the chaps in Malana will DEMAND a goat sacrifice if you even TOUCH them. .. interesting eh? So.. yeh, they maintain what passes for law and order up there.. and no one fucks with them. They make the best Hash in the world right? Top notch in demand stuff.. and the govt ain't going to mess with them when they can pay off any bribe.. The drug trade out here is crazy! So yeh.. after hanging out with junkies, kinda rude israeli tourists (ok .. maybe I'm not being fair here), drug dealers, and supposed drug lords.. and yeh.. a drunk and stoned cafe owner who told us how much cash he has in his bank and his entire life plan... Old manali's REAALLLLY NICE! Not that I didn't enjoy all that in Kasol.. was an experience.. an education.. and the short hikes through the woods were great (pics later)... I really don't think there;s much to do in old Manali... it's away from the main touristy area.. about a 30 min walk. Lots of foreign tourists here .. a more diverse crowd. Not just Israelis.. bah! There.. I'm being unfair again.. BUt the way they stared at us.. like in a zoo. Damnit.. u're in my country.. You don't look at me like I"M out of place! Damn.. chain of thought broken.. pretty girl in Cybercafe.. Easily distracted.. sorry. 
Anyway.... Yeh.. Momo's always got to comment if I look at a pretty woman.. HEY! I'm not letching.. I'm not staring at them or being a weirdo about it.. Bah.. humbuggery.. Hmm.. took a small break just now to read Momo's blog.. Nice chap.. good with words... only if he'd stop correcting my mistakes.!! GRR1!!!! I R GENIUS!! my "MISTAKES" are intentional... ahh.. bUgger alll.. Ahh Old Manali... We're staying at the Anand Guest house.. bang opposite Shiva Cafe .. And I mean BANG opposite.. the roads just 8 ft wide. It's 100 bucks a night for the room.. cheap eh? 50 bucks per person.. Catch is there's a shared bathroom.. with what Kirsten calls a "sqautty-potty".. or Desi-ishtyle poop recepticle. Now.. I'm not generally fussy, especially while travelling... But after a year of working my butt off at level up and getting out of shape.. I DON"T WANT TO SQUAT WHEN I POOP.. I'm tired.. I'm on vacation.. I don't wanna sqaut damnit.. I'll go home and exericise, then I'll be ready for it. wahah.. where did that rant come from? Ah well.. even the hardest of men must whine.. and I'm on holiday. I'll whine when i damn well feel like it,.. Net's still 50 bucks an hour.. *grumble* *grumble* Ahh... the good things eh? Visited the Hadimba Temple... Hadimba's 'pposed to be this pretty hot (logically) demoness chick.. who Bhima (pandava) fell for.. Ofcourse.. there has to be a fight here that people must sing about. Hadi bro didn't like the arrangement.. not big on interraccial/species/thingy . So he fights with Bhima.. loses... Bhima and Hadimba get it on (as such), and for some weird reason them doing each other elevates her to Goddess level.. Sweet eh? Do a pandav- Gain Godhood. Bah. I've seen weirder.. Man.. Gangesman hopped up on his own hash and probably alcohol. THAT was weird. Ok ok.. what more what more.. Alright... I can't afford to goto Leh.. it's a 18 hour jeep ride.. squashed with 7 other people.. 800 bucks! fucking 'ell! And no sign of Snow..  WAAAHh!! I want SNOW!
DAMN.. tHE YAKS are amazing.. Huge hairy beasts.. yet they look so gentle. Speaking of Yaks..ok .. wait.. no connection here.. My mind's just bouncing around .. -> Being an Indian Tourist in you own country in a place where there are a lot of foreign tourists takes getting used to... some people... some people.. are just fucking arseholes.. White People = money = friends Brown People = smaller tips = know the real prices = bugger off Alrighty then... one hour coming up. And I'll be buggered if I'll spend another 50 bucks on this.
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