Connecting all foodies in India….
I’ve spent 25 years of my life without ever feeling the chilly, flaky goodness of freshly fallen snow. But all that changed last month when I finally went to the lap of India’s most majestic mountain range – The Himalayas.
My friend and I – we took a flight to big bad Delhi (Chandigarh is a better option but the flight is more expensive from Mumbai) and then an overnight bus to Manali from ISBT Kashmere Gate. Read about my impressions of Delhi here.
The bus ride
The bus ride was surreal – we paused at strange little pit-stops consisting of tea shops and a barely serviceable loo; sometimes a shop selling the ubiquitous lays and biscuits – at odd hours of the night and early morning. And though I knew we were travelling across New Delhi, Punjab and finally Himachal Pradesh, everything looked the same; just bearing the…
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