Traveler Notes 3 Drive To Nainital

The mountain serpentine circle bus finally arrived in Nainital, located in another state of Uttarkhand, k.u.mayun district. The mountain resort met unfriendly, charged the rain, the bus began to slide and almost crashed into a standing hotel. The previously booked rooms turned out to be busy, the organizers didn't check everything, this happens in India, they say they will settle in a five-star hotel, but in fact you stop at some kind of bedbug.
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Returning to the trip, they began to wait until they found a new hotel, the bus was offered to leave. While getting to the restaurant to wait out the rain, we got wet through and through. The rain turned into a downpour and came down a wall. Discussing in a restaurant, ordered food and hot tea. The time was at 9 pm. While eating, other students somewhere ran a whole crowd. We had a leisurely dinner, our guide came up to us and said that it's time to go to the hotel, I don't remember the name exactly, it was called the Palace Belvedere.

The level of the rooms was different from super deluxe, deluxe, to the simplest and most intricate. Students who ran ahead naturally sorted out the most chic rooms. They were warm, bright, air conditioning, thick carpet, TV and fridge.

We got a through number. More to the neighbor, less to me. It was a wild cold. The neighbor had a fireplace, I didn't have it. They decided to chip in, buy firewood. 1 kg of them cost 35 rupees, bought at 350. We heated the fireplace, it began to go warm into my room and everything seemed to be fine. But the neighbor said that he was blowing hard and closed the door. The heat began to quickly go away. Really blew decently like that.

Without changing clothes, putting on a still warm sweater that was successfully grabbed from the campus, just in case, he threw two blankets and tried to sleep. It was still cold. By morning, I somehow fell asleep. Waking up he went to wash ... the bathroom was huge. Three times more than the room where I slept. Stone floor, walls, huge stone bathroom, gigantic washbasin and wooden shutters, no windows! Ahh, that's what made it so cold and blew up.

There was an abyss under the window, some kind of river flowed below and a magnificent view of the dawn in the mountains opened before the eyes. The view stood all the torment of the cold. This is something enchanting!

Breakfast was surprisingly sumptuous, probably a cooler climate of +20 degrees changed food preferences. Chicken kebabs, saffron tinted rice with green peas, tandoori and nan such bread, usually served at parties with wealthy people. In everyday life in a hostel in the canteen they sold rotti and chapatis.

After we went for a walk around the city, it has two parts, one northern and the other southern. In Nainital, by the way, there is also an airport. And he is famous for his unique mountain lake. 100 km or so pa.s.sed the state border with China.

The Himalayas are majestic, you involuntarily recall the paintings of the Roerichs, the city lies in a lake valley at an alt.i.tude of 2000 meters, it is surrounded by mountains that are more than two thousand meters high, in the north it is Mount Naina, in the west of Deopath and in the south of Ayarpath.

The city itself as a resort was developed under the British in the early 40s of the century before last. There is a boat station since those times.

The northern part of the city is more occupied by educational inst.i.tutions and the stadium, where students are engaged in cricket. Cricket is popular in North India, and football in South India. So it went from the British. As I understand it, the British and Indian merchants, the elite, settled in the northern part. And on the south, their staff, traders.

The southern part is poorer, but there are malls and markets.

You can walk around the city center on foot or on cycle rickshaws, but the fare because the city is located in the resort above is not 2 rupees per 1 km, but 5.

After sailing on a boat, we land on the beach and go to the restaurant, beautiful, right next to the lake, as in the picture above. But here they fed terribly, probably in restaurants at resorts everywhere they cook like that. For there the main thing is not the tasty dishes, but the beautiful views of nature.

Lunch cost an unusual amount - 100 rupees, probably we did not choose the most successful restaurant. But in the evening, going to the south side, we found some ordinary working canteen, and there we had dinner. True, having come to the room for prevention, I drank two tablets of furazalidone. Well, to the devil, who knows what we ate there. But it was delicious, and everything was relatively cheap (curry-chikin, a stack of rotti, stewed vegetables) at 36 rupees.