smell of camphor Haryana s only hill station gazes across the hazy plains to the Shivalik and Kasauli Hills in nearby

Haryana s only hill station gazes across the hazy plains to the Shivalik and Kasauli Hills in nearby Himachal Pradesh. Morni s leafy heights are a great escape from the rat race, but weekends can get busy.

Then, with a bellow from the guardroom, a squad stomps out, shoulders square, moustaches twirled and eyes bulging. The drill is to parade up and down as dramatically as possible, preceded by a kick so high the soldier looks in danger of concussing himself. The high-octane march to the border, vaguely reminiscent of Monty Python s Ministry of Silly Walks sketch, rouses thunderous applause from the audience and repetitive chants of Hindustan zindabad! (Long live India!).

English Garden Bar BAR (Sector 17-C; h11am-midnight; smell of camphor a) A basement bar below Mehfil restaurant, it doesn t exactly bring an English garden to mind, but is OK for a draught beer. A tad gloomy it may be, but snooty it is not.