Got on the 11 hour public night bus to Manali, was a v bumpy ride and didn't get any sleep, much to Tom's annoyance! We arrived in Manali at freezing o'clock in the morning, we looked quite silly in our t-shirts and flip flops, feelin v tired we found the first room we could then fell in to bed. Next morning i sent Tom to find a nicer place to stay as the place we found the night before turns pretty much in to a building site in the day. Nice! Spent our first da...

We took a tatty old bus for 7 hours and eventually arrived in McLeod Ganj. A small village in the mountains just up from the Dalai Lama's residence. Our timing coincided with the protests over China's rule of Tibet. There are a number of tibeten refugess who live here after feeling tibet and they are out in force, everyday chanting from dusk till dawn. It's very sad and more photo's of the trouble in Lhasa get put up around town each day. The town itself however...

Arrived in to Amritsar on a train that was 11 hours late, there was a fat monkey sat in the station to great us, Tom decided to try and shake its hand, the monkey decided it wasn't in a very hospitable mood and tried to take his eyes out. I don't think Tom is going to try and shake hands with a monkey ever again. Lesson learnt. Took a cycle rickshaw in to town (meaning we had to get off and walk if there was a slight slope). Booked in to very lilac 'Lucky Hotel'...

OK, so we've decided that cities really aren't our thing, too busy and too expensive. The plan was to spend the night in Delhi and then catch another train to Amritsar the next morning. All went to plan, we got to the station in good time and settled down on the platform. No train yet but a growing number of boys crowding round and staring at hannah, it's actually like they haven't seen a girl before. Still no train so we asked one of the boys...he laughed and sa...

Took the 6 hour bus to Pushkar, it went well and was a pretty funny experience, don't think theres an official capacity on the bus, just the conducter who screamed at you for money. Weirdly he seemed friendly when we eventually arrived, gave me a hug and explained something in hindi, god knows what. The rickshaw (tuk tuk) drivers pounched on us like seaguls and we spent the next 20 minutes facing backwards, inches from headlights, through Ajmer rush hour. We sta...