mountains and shit.

My first college trip (to Manali/Kasaul) wasn't half  as bad as I expected it to be. Curvy roads, ENDLESS STRETCHES OF FOREST COVERED MOUNTAINS, waterfalls, unbelievably scenic valleys, dingy hotels, junk jewelry, trippy music and an abundance of joints, riverside cafes, fresh air and a chance for me to wear my sweaters and trot around feeling pretty. Of course there was a fair share of fighting, drama, crying and naked (pedo) professors getting drunk but I was in my own bubble of mountains and magic.











This one's from Kasaul-