Our next goal was The Spiti Valley, but this year, although grossly hot in Amritsar and south, the Himalayas have been unseasonably cold; too cold to go wandering off in the hinterlands of one of the more primitive mountainous areas of India with no heat and very few modern facilities.
|My favourite hotel in Old Manali|
|A view from my veranda - music, a reefer, and friends|
|Dragon Hotel's long veranda|
|My friends, the owner and Clement who runs the|
|Old Manali main Street at 5 in the morning|
What does one do in Old Manali, nothing, except enjoy the view, have Ayurvedic massages and reflexology, ride or at least take pictures of Yaks, go for long walks, and go parasailing if the kiosks are opened over at Solvang, which they were not: union problems. Also, I eat the river fish but that’s a personal indulgence.
|Olive Garden, never empty morning to night|
|Old Manali Pashmina cooprative|
One lovely walk:
|A passerby carrying barley|
|A three hundred year old house|
|Another 3 hundred year old house|
|A mountain view|
|view of the river|
|A great place for a tea|