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INDIA Kasol, Parvati Valley

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Kasol It's in Parvati Valley, an area of ​​the region Himachal Pradesh, one of the 28 state that make up India. This is one of the problems I would say in India. Very few states for too many people. In the United States there are 50 states for some 300 million people, in India there are 28 states for more than one billion people. I think it's one of the reasons why everything is so disorganized and everything is so chaotic ...

This of the India It is fascinate in any case. It's weird, it's magical, it's hot, it's strange, it's different. The rules are different, and most of the time you don't know them, if there are any. The trip to get here was a story. We left around 19:30 in the afternoon, if I remember correctly, after waiting for a couple of hours lying in the middle of a road in what was the supposed "bus stop" ...

By the way, in that wait I ate the Samosa tastiest of all time, (kind of pie with slightly spicy vegetables inside, and mixed with a somewhat sweet sauce) I made friends with the person in charge of organizing the climb on board, and invited me to that samosa.

The trip has been fun, perhaps for being the first, and for so little time that we have arrived in India (although it already seems like an eternity)

I have not been able to sleep all the way, a little because of the discomfort of the seat (it was not a luxury coach), another bit because I did not want to miss anything I saw through the window.

The roads I don't even want to tell you.

Everything that is North India looks like the dense jungle, and one does not cease to see strange birds, monkeys of all kinds, and sounds unknown to our ears.

At midnight the bus stopped. Roisin, Nicole and Niamh slept, like most passengers, but I didn't, so I took a little interest in knowing what was happening ... The sky was totally starry, the smell of nature permeated the place, and the strange and diverse noises that came from the bowels of the jungle They made me shiver.

The first thing I thought was that it was a flat tire, but it was not. The driver lifted a cover inside the cabin, touched four things, and started again, I don't know how ...

After approximately 19 hours we arrive at Bunthar, where we take a taxi to Kasol. (A taxi is a small van, usually white, with 4 people and backpacks)

Anyway, we are in Kasol, right at the foot of the mountain range Himalayas.

Yesterday we had a fantastic dinner at the four in the restaurant of a friend of Nicole, Didoo, a young Indian fascinated by Europe and a magnificent entrepreneur who runs a restaurant and several shops in the area.

Tomorrow we will make the final journey to reach flea where supposedly a few days of peace and tranquility await us ... I'll tell you.

Photo, trekearth

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