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March 13th 2013
Published: May 13th 2013
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The view from the hotel at sunrise.
It's a long drive from Mcleod Ganj to Amritsar, so we'd decided to stop for a night at Pong on the way.

No, it's not 'Pong' the other half of 'Ping'. Nor 'Pong' the arcade video game. Not even 'pong' the disagreeable or offensive smell (although that's fairly close to the truth).

I'm talking Pong the reservoir!

There's only one hotel. It turned out to be a carbuncle on the landscape with basic rooms, terrible food, dire management and a website that miserably failed to tell it how it was.

The view from the roof was lovely.

The boat ride on the reservoir was awful.

I thought about ending this blog right here, but you want to know more about why we didn't think much of Pong, don't you? So...

First, a confession. It was me who suggested adding Pong to our itinerary. Sorry, Janice. Sorry, David.

In my defence, may I add that:

- I hadn't been there before,
- we needed somewhere to break a long journey, and
- online research suggested that the reservoir had a reputation for its bird life - ideal, I reckoned, for a welcome rest

The view from the hotel during the day.
and a spot of bird-watching to boot.

There was a hotel there too, part of a group which also owned luxury hotels in Shekawati and Dharamsala, the latter being the residence of the Maharaja of Kangra. The one at Pong appeared to have a terrific view of the reservoir and promised on its website that this was 'a haven for resident and migratory birds' and 'you will enjoy a carefree boat ride...'.

How was I to know it was the runt of the litter and suitable only for those who'd given up the will to live?

I'd booked our rooms by email four months in advance and reconfirmed them five days beforehand, yet when we arrived at the concrete cube on the hill it seemed almost as if we were unexpected. We offered our passports. The manager said they weren't required and didn't ask us to register - perhaps he preferred us to be non-existent, ghosts as far as the hotel's books were concerned.

We were shown to two rooms, one of which smelled worse than a sewer and had to be changed for another on the floor above. The other had curtains that,

The view from the hotel at sunset.
once upon a time, had been attached to the rail, and dirty windows that spoiled what could have been a great view towards the reservoir. Both rooms were bare and unloved.

We contemplated getting back in the car and continuing to Amritsar. With the benefit of hindsight, perhaps we should have.

However, we'd promised ourselves a relaxing afternoon and a boat trip on the lake so, after a mediocre lunch, we walked across farmland for about half an hour towards the lake. It was hot, and so were we by the time we reached the muddy shoreline. There, a dilapidated vessel with faded paintwork suggesting it once belonged to the local Fisheries Department (perhaps it still did) waited to take us on our 'carefree boat ride'. Out on the water, the boatman insisted that we could only travel along a small area in the middle of the nearest part of the lake because there were fishing nets strung out along all the margins. There was only a cool breeze on the water - no birds! Just a handful of common cormorants and a gull sat on an islet and even Janice and David's powerful binoculars couldn't identify any

The view of someone's washing hanging out to dry beside the hotel entrance.
birds on the far distant land. Thankfully, we returned to shore less than half an hour later and walked back to the hotel to cool off with a much-needed drink. The only cold drink on offer was water. We opted for tea.

Dinner that evening was lunch reincarnated. It obviously hadn't been good in its previous life as it came back in exactly the same form, right down to the last chapatti.

Afterwards, the manager enquired about what we'd like for breakfast. In the morning, it became clear that he hadn't passed on the information and we had to repeatedly ask the cook-come-waiter for every single thing. Breakfast took an hour...

As we were about to leave, the manager appeared - in what were clearly his nightclothes - and scribbled the room and boat charges on the back of our food bill. Perhaps we did exist after all - in the restaurant anyway!

As they say: 'every cloud...' and our silver lining was simply that we'd broken the long journey without breaking the bank. Oh, and we'd enjoyed the view.

However, if you search TravelBlog for 'Pong', you'll only find one blog -
The carbuncleThe carbuncleThe carbuncle

The concrete cube on the hill is where we stayed.
this one. Long may that continue!

Accommodation: The Lodge At Pong. Don't even think about going there.

Scroll down for more photos. I wouldn't bother double-clicking on the pictures to enlarge them - they're not great. The panorama at the top of this page is actually part of a slideshow - with less pictures than any other blog on this trip.

For a smidgen more about this sad place, click on India 9 - 'An Indian Swansong' by my travelling companions the Grey haired nomads.

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On the way to the lake shoreOn the way to the lake shore
On the way to the lake shore

Three of the not many local residents carrying food for their livestock.
A boat trip to nowhereA boat trip to nowhere
A boat trip to nowhere

We took a boat ride on the reservoir - it was a waste of time, money and effort.
What we saw on the boat tripWhat we saw on the boat trip
What we saw on the boat trip

Cormorants and a gull. We've seen better on our local boating lake.

13th May 2013

I loved this blog..i could almost smell the ''I came all this way for that!'' look you must have had. Thanks for the heads up on Pong :)
13th May 2013

Perhaps we should have got back into the car!
I spent most of my working life in the travel industry and can honestly say there's only a handful of hotels that I'd never stay at again. This one tops the list! It's a pity because, with refurbishment and the right investment in people and facilities, this could be a worthwhile stopover.
13th May 2013

The wisdom of hindsight
You may owe Janice and David a nice dinner for this one although it is not your fault the web site lied. This is one of those times when you are thrilled you only planned to stay for one night.
13th May 2013

One night was one night too many!
Fortunately, the nomads forgave me - and, the day after we returned, I compensated them with the full English breakfast they'd been missing for five weeks!
13th May 2013

Pong pongs!
Come on Mike. Don't be hard on yourself. One duff moment amongst so many great delights in our 35 days is a pretty good record, I'd say. Fond memories of the other 34! David - the rear half of the grey-haired-nomads
13th May 2013

Thanks David. Fortunately, that old birders' saying: 'one Hirundo rustica does not a summer make' proved more or less true!
16th May 2013

Lunch reincarnated
Lovely blog Mike and just shows one can always write about something! Love your description of dinner!
16th May 2013

Dinner was the last straw - almost...
...we still had breakfast to contend with! It was unlike me to write such a whinge but it was a story that was waiting to be told. Sadly, this hotel hasn't got its act together - great location, great view, a pity about everything else.

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