Chapter 2 - Samrat, the Indian Fawlty Towers

  Yep, if there was an Indian Fawlty towers, the samrat resort would be it. The upstairs unit my parents are in had plumbing issues, with blocked toilets and the washing machine flooding the laundry. It took them weeks to fix it  and idk what they did but the unit I was in downstairs, whatever they did meant that that bathroom down there the drains stank... I finally moved to one of the little cabins next door yesterday. 

 Its very pretty  with mountains and river views, and a walk down to a temple, for hanuman, the monkey God.

 On one of the first days here, Mum and I walked up and along the road and took some photos of the river, when we walked back, there were some guys who asked me for a selfie (they all want selfie with white people!) I said no, and they seemed to follow us which was a little intimidating.. the owner or one of the managers was standing out the front, very much the Indian John Cleese, no idea what he asked us something about if we liked the trees!? I've no idea what anyone says here, even when they're seemingly trying to speak English, it's worse than a scottish accent!!

Food here at samrat is OK, panneer korma dish was yummy, and they do a very tasty veg chow mein. Hey, as I said, once a foodie, always a foodie..

 One of the first mornings here I woke up, and stepped out to the back balcony, sat down and cried. It was maybe a little more therapeutic crying in front of a view of mountains than sitting on my shitty balcony in the apartment I'd grown to hate in wiley park. I never thought I'd end up here.