Eight days in Mcleodganj
When i reached Mcleodganj little was known about the days when i would be sedated with a brunch. Tipa Road was the location where i stayed for seven days, with every day accentuating my affection for Tibetan Ace. First halt post submission of bags in room no 101 was at Kalimpong Cafe for the tea that came in sizeable sum. The very first outing in the market suggested the demarcation among Tipa Road, Temple Road, Jogibara Road and Bhagsu Road. The nights in the town were not difficult to suppress except for the beating the ground that came from a gentleman who on above floor was taking the much-desired rest. The second day, happening to be Tuesday, saw coming of rains with a marginal halt here and there. It was this day that i marked my foray to a Gakyi Restaurant for meals followed by a repeated dose of black tea at Norling Rest't. During daytime when rains took an excuse to deliver i made it a point to hit Temple Road approaching Buddhist Temple.
Wednesday by all means was reserved for an inside view of Buddhist Temple. Post sighting of the Dalai Lama's convoy i went to the first floor of Buddhist Temple and was too thrilled to sight the splendour of the surrounding and the overwhelming idol of Lord Buddha. Here if one needs to make any contribution, a receipt to the same is issued and which is to be put in a basket. Evening saw me not dodge the Dal Lake date and etched on the notice board was: " The lake is surrounded by Deodar (Himalayan Cedar) trees and held sacred. A fair is held every sept. and devotees take a holy dip in the lake." Back in Mc'ganj via the famed TCV school, i took the tea from Norling cafe coupled with a light intake that is largely baked.
Back in the room the day had an interruptive rain session, most intense during the time i went to get a Dal Lake sense. Thursday brought the shine as i attempted to take plain porridge from peace cafe failing which i settled for crepe pancake which is few metres away. Plain Porridge was sumptuous and hearty enough to set on a date for Norbulingka Institute; the return followed by a revelation that schools would be having a monsoon halt sensation.The first four days provided opportunities to take meals in Shambhala rest't, Shangrila veg rest't and Gakyi. This was followed by forays to Peace Cafe, Peace Coffee, Crepe Pancake, Chu Sam, Himalaya, Tibet Kitchen and Tsongkha Rest't.
Friday was the birthday of the Dalai Lama and invitees were feted with sweet rice, tea, unlimited showering of laddus and apple juice. As for laddus, most preferred for one, on occasions to secure them saw entities like me run. Friday evening it again showered and this entry post Thursday lying low showed it was not a wild card. Saturday gave me another opportunity to step out of town and on agenda was Rockcut temple crown. Billed as Masroor temple, the way forward was going past Gaggal and Lanj. Evening brought me back to my Mc'ganj base and entire commute to Masroor and back was completed in private buses on which few can drool. Sunday and Monday were no different, split between visits to Buddhist Temple and Dharmakot, with the decision to leave Mc'ganj made when someone told me to look for a new fort.
Eight sentiments illustrate the undercurrents here; primary among them peace, compassion and persuasion. Smiling at strangers sets the beat as none of them looked to be any less angels. Hail Mcleodganj and hail the hunch.
When i reached Mcleodganj little was known about the days when i would be sedated with a brunch. Tipa Road was the location where i stayed for seven days, with every day accentuating my affection for Tibetan Ace. First halt post submission of bags in room no 101 was at Kalimpong Cafe for the tea that came in sizeable sum. The very first outing in the market suggested the demarcation among Tipa Road, Temple Road, Jogibara Road and Bhagsu Road. The nights in the town were not difficult to suppress except for the beating the ground that came from a gentleman who on above floor was taking the much-desired rest. The second day, happening to be Tuesday, saw coming of rains with a marginal halt here and there. It was this day that i marked my foray to a Gakyi Restaurant for meals followed by a repeated dose of black tea at Norling Rest't. During daytime when rains took an excuse to deliver i made it a point to hit Temple Road approaching Buddhist Temple.
Wednesday by all means was reserved for an inside view of Buddhist Temple. Post sighting of the Dalai Lama's convoy i went to the first floor of Buddhist Temple and was too thrilled to sight the splendour of the surrounding and the overwhelming idol of Lord Buddha. Here if one needs to make any contribution, a receipt to the same is issued and which is to be put in a basket. Evening saw me not dodge the Dal Lake date and etched on the notice board was: " The lake is surrounded by Deodar (Himalayan Cedar) trees and held sacred. A fair is held every sept. and devotees take a holy dip in the lake." Back in Mc'ganj via the famed TCV school, i took the tea from Norling cafe coupled with a light intake that is largely baked.
Back in the room the day had an interruptive rain session, most intense during the time i went to get a Dal Lake sense. Thursday brought the shine as i attempted to take plain porridge from peace cafe failing which i settled for crepe pancake which is few metres away. Plain Porridge was sumptuous and hearty enough to set on a date for Norbulingka Institute; the return followed by a revelation that schools would be having a monsoon halt sensation.The first four days provided opportunities to take meals in Shambhala rest't, Shangrila veg rest't and Gakyi. This was followed by forays to Peace Cafe, Peace Coffee, Crepe Pancake, Chu Sam, Himalaya, Tibet Kitchen and Tsongkha Rest't.
Friday was the birthday of the Dalai Lama and invitees were feted with sweet rice, tea, unlimited showering of laddus and apple juice. As for laddus, most preferred for one, on occasions to secure them saw entities like me run. Friday evening it again showered and this entry post Thursday lying low showed it was not a wild card. Saturday gave me another opportunity to step out of town and on agenda was Rockcut temple crown. Billed as Masroor temple, the way forward was going past Gaggal and Lanj. Evening brought me back to my Mc'ganj base and entire commute to Masroor and back was completed in private buses on which few can drool. Sunday and Monday were no different, split between visits to Buddhist Temple and Dharmakot, with the decision to leave Mc'ganj made when someone told me to look for a new fort.
Eight sentiments illustrate the undercurrents here; primary among them peace, compassion and persuasion. Smiling at strangers sets the beat as none of them looked to be any less angels. Hail Mcleodganj and hail the hunch.
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