September 23rd, 2015
The run-down Rs 300 a night hotel room at the "Guest House" was pretty close to being a smelly torture chamber. I expected cat sized rats to emerge at dark from the damp eroded hole in the toilet door. Naturally, the sheets, pillow covers and quilts hadn't been washed in donkeys years, only the gradually increasing stink from our own unwashed clothes made the odours a bit more bearable. Visiting the toilet for a crap or a piss was a somewhat unpleasant affair, the toilet floor was pretty filthy, not really as bad as the Trainspotting toilet, but if the hotel manager tried a bit harder, that goal was perfectly within reach.
Wriju was fairly excited by this surreal little yellowish dim room, he photographed it and I think even shot a video of it's leaching walls, which faintly gave off the impression that the great Abstract masters had attempted or perhaps completed a fresco on the damp surface. I avoided looking at corners being just not ready for some furry critter which could emerge anytime from the guano looking piles.
I woke up early as usual and took a stroll down the dark corridor to see the goings on at the Bus Stop. The early crowds quite surprised me, they didn't look like sleepy zombies trying to escape from the wild west streets of Rohru but rather quite a lively motley gathering. The jeep boys were shouting out Shimla", "Vikasnagar" or "Dehra Dun" pretty loud, the HRTC buses.
The run-down Rs 300 a night hotel room at the "Guest House" was pretty close to being a smelly torture chamber. I expected cat sized rats to emerge at dark from the damp eroded hole in the toilet door. Naturally, the sheets, pillow covers and quilts hadn't been washed in donkeys years, only the gradually increasing stink from our own unwashed clothes made the odours a bit more bearable. Visiting the toilet for a crap or a piss was a somewhat unpleasant affair, the toilet floor was pretty filthy, not really as bad as the Trainspotting toilet, but if the hotel manager tried a bit harder, that goal was perfectly within reach.
Wriju was fairly excited by this surreal little yellowish dim room, he photographed it and I think even shot a video of it's leaching walls, which faintly gave off the impression that the great Abstract masters had attempted or perhaps completed a fresco on the damp surface. I avoided looking at corners being just not ready for some furry critter which could emerge anytime from the guano looking piles.
I woke up early as usual and took a stroll down the dark corridor to see the goings on at the Bus Stop. The early crowds quite surprised me, they didn't look like sleepy zombies trying to escape from the wild west streets of Rohru but rather quite a lively motley gathering. The jeep boys were shouting out Shimla", "Vikasnagar" or "Dehra Dun" pretty loud, the HRTC buses.
