Bye bye India (part 1)

Easeh peeps.
We've neglected you again...
Well, we're here now and we've got loads of boodiful piccehs for y'all to enjoy. Actually, this update is mostly gonna be picceh's because we've got a bus to catch in a few hours. We're finally leaving India to go and check out Nepal. It's gonna take a pair o' days but it'll be worth it. Anyway, we couldn't leave India without documenting all the shizz we've been up to, during our time up North. It's been a hoot and a half, i tell thee. 
Here we go! 
Just like being down Citeh market, intit! 

The bulls you get up north make the southern one's look like lickle babeh bulleh's! 
Some more bull shizz, here. This time, me with a stone one. It might be a hippo. 
I don't know...
The north's got a bit of a mediteranean feel to it, in some places. 

We took an early morning, 2 hour trek, up to the caves above lake Rewalser. We met this dude on the way up. 

It was a hell of a climb, i tell thee. 
When we got to the top, we were met by nothing but the sound of thousands of tibetan flags, blowing in the wind. It looked and sounded absolutely AMAZO. Such a powerful place. 
Such a cool place. 
We even did some meditation up there. PANG! 
We just had to gerra lickle picceh of ourselves. 
After lake Rewalsar, we jumped on a buss to Manali. Perhaps the craziest buss route in the world, you basicly spend 10 hours darting at full speed around cliff edges and over taking everyone on blind corners. Citeh. 
This is what Manali looks like. 
And this is what Evelina looks like, getting warmed up for a 25 minute walk to a waterfall. 
I think she's ready. 
 Manali is pretty amazing. 
Tibetan women, guiding their cows down by the water fall. 
Alright, listen up, people. Our fugitive has been on the run for ninety minutes. Average foot speed over uneven ground barring injuries is 4 miles per hour. That gives us a radius of six miles. What I want from each and every one of you is a hard target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, hen house, outhouse and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up at 15 miles. Your fugitive's name is Dr. Richard Kimble. Go get him.

That's all for now folks. Part 2 coming up in a few days! 


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