The hills are alive - and I was too (but only just!)
March 14th 2017 The effects of Monday afternoon's excesses lulled me to sleep on the mattress from hell.
I awoke on Tuesday in time to meet Manish again at the Jorawar Singh Gate on the far side of the old Pink City shortly after 7.30a.m. Kindly, knowing I wouldn't have had time for breakfast at my hotel, he took me on his motorbike to his home a few minutes away. His wife Krishna had prepared masala chai (
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