OFF TO THE MOUNTAINS

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Hey guys!!
We are off to the hills to check out the monsoon there. That too not just any hill but the mysterious, beautiful Himalayas.
Do be back to check out the blog in a few days to know how it went.
I promise some nice pictures too.

P.S: The last time I visited them in the monsoons a story happened here's the link incase you want to read .... The Trip

Comments

Pinku said…
Hey Mampi u dont have to wait that long...hopefully we will meet you on the way back...am so excited!!
4:51 pm, July 31, 2008
BG said…
wow!!! Himalayas....
8:54 pm, July 31, 2008
rayshma said…
have fun!! :)
9:29 pm, July 31, 2008
phatichar said…
Have fun! :)

...and take care.
11:33 am, August 01, 2008
Hemanth Potluri said…
hey that wud be chilling and cool..have a gr8 trip buddy...

urs..hemu..
3:06 pm, August 01, 2008
Anonymous said…
vowww man himalayas? isnt' that life! Havefun, hope to see some gr8 pics.
1:24 pm, August 03, 2008
Pinku said…
Hey! Invincible, Rayshma, Hemanth, Phatichar and Maverick....yes the Himalayas...my most loved destination in the world.
They never stop surprising and fascinating.

Sujoy...thanks for waiting...we are back and the post will be up soon.
12:02 pm, August 04, 2008
Keshi said…
wow lucky u!

keshi.
1:19 pm, August 04, 2008
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