A fellow cyclist I had met a week or so earlier had told me that the hill town of Shimla was “not India.”
As I ascended to the town's altitude of 2,200m over a dusty, rock-strewn road, constantly e...
from manikaran we took the public bus to a small intersection in the road. the rain started falling and we took cover in a restaurant helping ourselves to hot samosas and tea. the small mini-bus to na...
