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About the Manali place:
Manali is a hill station nestled in the mountains of the Indian state of Himachal Pradesh near the northern end of the Kullu Valley, at an altitude of 2,050 m (6,726 ft) in the Beas River Valley. It is located in the Kullu district, about 270 km (168 mi) north of the state capital, Shimla. The small town, with a population of 8,096, is the beginning of an ancient trade route to Ladakh and from there over the Karakoram Pass on to Yarkand and Khotan in the Tarim Basin. It is a popular tourist destination and serves as the gateway to Lahaul & Spiti district as well as Leh.
The climate in Manali is predominantly cold during
winters, and moderately cool during summers. The temperatures range from 4 °C
(39 °F) to 26 °C (79 °F) over the year. The average temperature during summer
is between 04 °C (39 °F) and 26 °C (79 °F), and between −15 °C (5 °F) and 05 °C
(41 °F) in the winter.
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About the road trip poem:
A group
of 11 people went to a beautiful place on hills called Manali. This time, the
trip was by road as compared to the last one which was by the train. If you
want to fall in love with the nature, then turn the direction of your convoy
towards the winsome place, Manali. Enoug talk about the Manali. It's time to read a road trip poem about the Manali destination.
A Road-trip To Manali
A
journey once again goes well,
Listen
carefully, what I’m going to tell,
Everyone
filled with high exuberance spell,
The
journey has ended with sweet memories as a caramel.
We
boarded our bus at late night,
When
the whole city was sleeping tight,
We were
ready with our bags freight,
Hullabaloo was
of ours only, in that quite.
The bus
trip was snooty,
Forget
all, our destination was fruity,
The
recent tour was to Manali city,
A place
surrounded by Nature’s beauty.
On
seeing our camp side we were contented,
There
we were very well attended,
Thank
GOD!! We were away from the Delhi’s congested,
The
life is simple there but is splendid.
Our
travelling list includes from Old Manali to Solang Valley,
Everyone
did behave with as one another pally,
Wherever
we go, it looks like we are a rally,
From
that heaven, nobody wanted to come back to Delhi.
There
we did bunch of activities,
Mountain
climbing was not a “play of ease”,
With
the addition of cold breeze,
The
chilled river water during “monkey jumping” was on our knees.
How
can I forget that rafting?
Contemplate
about it; it still gives me a sting,
There
we learn that a God is the king,
The
rest are attached to God’s string.
The
expedition was merrymaking,
The
real pie of the trip was trekking,
Another
one was park-walking,
Both
cases were full of enjoyment and talking.
The
bullet rides were the best,
Wandering
village to village, in search of a lost chest,
To the
top of the mountain from our nest,
The
world seemed too small from the mountain’s crest.
“Ocean
of talks” done in a small way,
There
everyone wanted to remain stay,
But
responsibilities can’t be kept away,
We did collect memories from
there and drove to our home way.
THE END
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