Kasol: The Israel of India
My heart pumped wildly even before I was exposed to the trippy air of Kasol . No, it wasn't because I was smoking up. The road leading to this popular hill station is so nerve-rackingly dangerous that every time the car took a sharp turn (and there were plenty of those), I looked out the window with trepidation. On one side of the highway stands massive and mean looking rocks that threaten to slide on to the road causing havoc. And on the other side is the Beas river with an unrelenting current. The car had to tread a delicate path between these two stubborn natural obstacles. The life of 5 passengers (including mine) was entirely in the hands of the driver and there was no margin for error whatsoever. Tosh: Where Time Stands Still The sun had set by the time I stepped inside the Energy Cafe for snacks. The smell of hash reeked from every corner of the dim lit cafe with Bob Marley posters on the walls. In time, I realised that Bob Marley is the God, Schnitz...