We are back
at our “favorite” hotel just down the street from the New Delhi airport. It’s a dump but it’s home for a short time.
As noted,
Melanie & I got tired of the hippie scene in Manali. The roads to Leh didn't seem to be getting
fixed so we took an overnight bus south to Delhi and then we will fly back to
Leh tomorrow morning. After our rides
over muddy mountainous tracks to Manali, we were a little leery about getting
into an overcrowded bus to do the same thing heading south in the dark but that
seemed to be the only option.
On the bus,
in a weird coincidence, we met a jewelry seller from Leh who recognized
Melanie. Isn’t that a scary
thought? We weren’t really in Leh for
that long but a jeweler remembered Melanie?
What did she buy?!?! The guy told
us that he was heading south as the season in Leh is over because of the
floods. It was getting near the end
anyway but with all the travelers having left, there was no point staying there
now. He described some of the mess with
large sections of the lower town buried under mud and the lack of electricity,
phone lines, ATMs, food, etc. He wished
us luck but seemed to wonder why we would be going back there now.
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