the Chamba Valley

Just a quick post, because I am on a "Vintron" computer in Chamba, which manages to register every key depression a second after you press it. It also is getting bored of the colour blue.
We're in Chamba! After whistlestop tours of Amritsar (where we saw the Golden Temple, the border ceremony with Pakistan at Wagah, and a riot over the burning of Dalit houses by some upper class men in retaliation for a previous murder... religion, fervent nationalism and class war in one day) and Dalhousie (which has less class war, but more oxygen, big mountains, waterfalls and monkeys - which are still evil even outside Delhi, i have developed a real complex) we arrived in Chamba this morning, and have been wandering around trying to decide whether it really is, as all the tourist boards opine, "like a Medieval Italian fortress town."
That was the longest sentence I think I have ever composed, and for that I apologise. Moving on: tomorrow we take another bus on the happy happy winding roads down the mountains further to McLeod Ganj, for a weekend of bitching about backpacker stereotypes, Tibetan Buddhism and the final few lungfuls of relatively clean air before we head back to Delhi on Sunday night.
Anyway, that's about it, as we are going to go and sit on the Chowgan (big field) with newspapers and juice, and be stared at ("ek photo") and generally relax.