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rogerdogerI wish my camera worked so I could take a picture of my new room. I moved last week from my other place mostly because the street dogs had all decided to congregate on the roof of the building right opposite my windows and bark all damn night. So part reluctantly part gladly I told the nice man, Sharma, that ran the guest house, I had to leave. This all came about the day after I'd met this other nice guy that was standing outside his internet cafe and saw me with my GPS and started asking questions about it. Next thing he is asking where Im staying and why don't I stay at his guest house. He showed me a room that was really nice, but more than Id usually pay and especially as I was staying long term. He asked how long I was going to stay and when I told him on and off 3 months he dropped the price to 250rp the same price as I was paying at the other place. He said I had a nice energy and he wanted me to stay here. Indeed he does seem to have a collection of interesting people here. Maybe he needed a Richard Gere look alike to make up his menagerie.
So for $5 a day I have this lovely room with pine floors and stone walls. It has a kitchenette of sorts. There's no stove, but there is a slick black granite countertop with custom made pine cabinets and a stainless steel sink, although self rimming was obviously lost on the installers and they hacked a hole in the granite and cemented the thing in. Even the bed is a custom made job in pine. The base sits on the floor and the bottom of the bed has rounded corners with rounded moulding made out of solid blocks of pine!. The joints in every piece of wood are tighter than anything Norm and his This Old House crew could have done, and these guys do it all with hand tools.
The room has one long exterior wall that is all large windows, there are two operating windows that are double glazed! unheard of here in India. The bank of windows is about 18ft long and I have the most amazing view up the valley at the snow capped mountains. At night, like now, with the lights out I can see the jagged mass of black silhouetted mountains that rise and fall like the line of an oscilloscope. This is only broken by the twinkle of yellow and white lights of Old Manali across the valley. A few mysterious single lights dance in the blackness from some sleepy little cow mans cottage. This is my home.
So for $5 a day I have this lovely room with pine floors and stone walls. It has a kitchenette of sorts. There's no stove, but there is a slick black granite countertop with custom made pine cabinets and a stainless steel sink, although self rimming was obviously lost on the installers and they hacked a hole in the granite and cemented the thing in. Even the bed is a custom made job in pine. The base sits on the floor and the bottom of the bed has rounded corners with rounded moulding made out of solid blocks of pine!. The joints in every piece of wood are tighter than anything Norm and his This Old House crew could have done, and these guys do it all with hand tools.
The room has one long exterior wall that is all large windows, there are two operating windows that are double glazed! unheard of here in India. The bank of windows is about 18ft long and I have the most amazing view up the valley at the snow capped mountains. At night, like now, with the lights out I can see the jagged mass of black silhouetted mountains that rise and fall like the line of an oscilloscope. This is only broken by the twinkle of yellow and white lights of Old Manali across the valley. A few mysterious single lights dance in the blackness from some sleepy little cow mans cottage. This is my home.
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Date: 2010-06-26 09:37 pm (UTC)