Busride from New Delhi to Manali

Again, i have to leave from the nice Hotel Shangri La. I got myself a ticket for a nice luxurybus (in India is this a Volvo) up to Manali. Should be much better, a ac bus, where the ac runs not like a frigde, no dust, good sleep, because the seat's are fixed and not broken, and silent.

I went to the busstand, there was no hassling to get my actually seatnumber. Because normal, even you have a seatnumber, you have to fight for this, they will give you most time a bad seat, really in the back. We went 2 indians, some less other foreigner (UK, JAP) and the rest of the passenger was young israeli's. They had actually problems to take the seat as written in there ticket. So was quite busy in the bus, but i was thinking once we moving everything calms down, and every one is happy.

On the road, they went constantly to going to speak with the busdriver, because this and that is not good. They went loud, and singing and i think, they was thinking, we alone in the bus. Yes was almost truth. The bus stop for 20min on a stall to drink some chai and eat something. The Israel's needed a special call to enter the bus again, we had to wait for a other 10min, then all went in. Every hour someone of them, or most of them had to go for a pi, (toilet was not there) and smoke a cigarette. So the bus ride was going very long. And of course doring the night, they was singing and chatting like at the daytime. No sleeping for the other's!!

This was not engouh, when we enter the Kullu Valley, the was some landslide, because of the haevy rain during the nighttime. We had to wait, and finally change to a localbus, because the volvobus couldent go further. The localbus tooks us up to manali, but not so fast, because there was so many stops.

But in the end, i got to Manali, and had a nice sleep at Dorje's house.