r, about smells. Most of the smells driving out of Delhi were... well, let's just say at one point the smells were so pervasive that I wasn't sure if I had an accident in the bus, or maybe Oded lying next to me. Every once in awhile, especially as we got farther away from the city, the smells of poop were punctuated by a totally new, very sweet, beautiful aroma that would just totally catch me off guard-- like, who knew some of the smells of India might be nice!
Here are more photos from Delhi I didn't have time to upload earlier.
Children in a school bus rickshaw. One blew Nori a kiss!
High Society in rickshaw on the streets of Delhi.
Arab missing his turban. A guy was trying to sell me the beard. I gave him 20 rupees anyway for the picture.
So I haven't lost anything yet. It's nothing short of a small miracle. But we know it's only a matter of time. So we're gonna play a game. Whoever predicts the first thing I lose wins a gift for me to bring home.
The village of Manali is on a hill. One narrow, paved road goes through it. It's very cosy and homey. The village shacks are very picturesque and aesthetically pleasing. There are cows and goats in the little area around the shacks with the villagers going about their business.
Last night I had so much energy and since I haven't exercized in awhile my legs are begging me for some running. I decided to run up some of the hill. I was surprised at my ability to run at a decent clip (not quite a sprint) up the hill before tiring. I was winded afterward but nothing major. But soon afterward I felt pretty run down and still feel that way this morning. Still need to take it easy-- first was the culture shock and the city air; now its altitude. There were children going down the hill on their little wooden made skateboards. I wanted to try it but we decided it might not be sturdy enough for me. My big screen camera has been so wonderful. The children and other locals love to look at the pictures and videos I take.
We are staying in a little villa high on the hill. Reminds us a little of staying in a swiss chalet in the Alps. Certainly not bad accomodation for less than three bucks a person. I haven't taken a photo of it yet, sorry.
This is just down the hill from our chalet.
A moth on the door jam:
We're not in the Shire anymore... but who'd know?
The snow peaked mountains of the Himalayas
Rachel thought these puppies were cute unlike the mangy dogs of Dehli.
Last night we ate at a Mexican restaurant. I'm not sure what these faces are for. I think it was probably something like "oh gawd, not another picture-- put the camera away already!"