I reached Manali by bus at around 7 a.m. It was too early and I was alone in an unknown land. Normally I would walk my way to my destination, but I didn't know how far I had to go to reach the Homestay I had booked. I had to pay 500 Rs to book a cab. This is the biggest demerit of travelling alone- not being able to share bills.
I had been travelling for over 30 hours now and my legs were itching to go out, witness the beauty outside, but here I was sitting in my room, looking at the peaks through the window in my room, waiting for the frozen water in the pipelines to melt, so that I could freshen up. It had snowed the day earlier and hence the problem. I had to wait till 11 a.m, way past my routine.
Finally, I was the walking down the roads of Manali, going sometimes uphill sometimes downhill. There were Hotels at every step, reminded me of the number of temples in Varanasi. Wherever my eyes went I could see wonders that I had never witnessed before. I was trying to it all in, at once. My mind was going haywire, I couldn't decide whether I should click photos, sit down and gape at the mountains or continue down the road. I had decided to go down to the Mall Road, and also visit nearby places like Hadimba Temple, Van Vihar and Buddhist Monastery. The thing was that Mall road was almost 8 Kms from my homestay. Me being a hustler, I walked on foot the entire path.
I was at a bridge that went over the Beas river, I wanted to stop and admire the beauty but the number of vehicles forced me to keep going. I reached Mall road which was too crowded. I kept walking, asking for the way, also taking help of google maps.