Tried the Kashmiri dunaloo at the Big Ben restaurant as the lonely planet suggested, and it was a strange sweet-salty-very chilli combination. Not bad, but not the best indian plate I've tasted. Trying to hang out in there waiting for our bus to Shimla, but it seemed mission impossible. Debbie and I were kicked out at 17 hours with no place to stay at crazy Haridwar.
While still at the restaurant, getting my way to know the time for the next bus to Shimla would have been an odyssey if I weren't expecting it. Asked three times for the Tourist Information Office, once there, though it was opened, it was their holiday. But I finally found the info needed in the bus station, unthinkable.
It turned out that the bus was leaving at 22 hours so we had some time to waste somewhere. After some walking we got to this tiny little place with 2 miserable computers that saved our time being spend in the bus station with nothing to do. However, 3 hours in front of the computer didn't seem the best idea either, but that's what happened.
Finally in the bus station, a bus was leaving at 21 hours, so why not get it, and get the hell out of there!!!!
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