So I've just returned from quite a weekend. Two friends and I went up to Dharamsala for the weekend - the craziness of that decision was that we were unable to get train or bus tickets so we hired my driver (Satender) to drive up the 10 hours Friday night and back last night. I got into Delhi at 5am - and boy are my arms tired... oh, wait.Anyways - Dharamsala is up near the border of Jammu and Kashmir, close to both Pakistan and
China in the state of Himachal Pradesh. It is where Tibet has set up their government in exile - and where the Dalai Lama lives. While it is admittedly overtaken by backpackers it is stunning. The first day we went into McLeod Ganj, which is where most of the commotion is - Dharamsala proper is just the government. Beautiful people, shops and monastaries. I finally understand all those "Free Tibet" bumper stickers plastered around Amherst! The house we stayed at had a copy of the Dalai Lama's autobiography, I managed to read two chapters and am now totally hooked. I'll track it down this week to read the rest. And the town is not so fond of China (although there was one restaurant with 'Indian Chinese' food!) . Monsoons are just about to start in Dharamsala and we got caught in some real rains as we were about to head home to cook dinner. We waited out the hail and ridiculous opening of the skies in an italian restaurant drinking tea. We made a break for it as it let up and had to keep seeking refuge under big rock cliffs and were fairly soaked by the end.
On Sunday we went for a hike to triunde, this peak where you can practically touch the snow caps of the himalayas - it said elevation of about 10k miles. It was actually quite a trek, three hours straight up hill (thankfully the other three hours were straight down). It's a popular trail, we passed tons of backpackers and their dogs, israelis with their blasting music (why?), a group of school children and even a barefoot sadhu. And about every hour there was a random chai stall. Which was good because we definitely needed breaks. But seriously, there is no where in India to be alone. Even when I did that camel safari a few years ago, a man selling cold soda and beer found us when we couldn't see anything as far as the eye could see. On the way up it was really foggy (actually most of it was clouds) so that kept it pretty cool. When we finally got to the top it had a scattering of tents,
chai stalls, cabins, herds of goats, even a water buffalo. But we couldn't see the peaks (in fact we could barely see 10 ft in front of us) due to the cloud cover. Some of the hikers we talked to that were coming down as we went up said that we should expect it but be patient as the clouds would break for amazing views. And they didn't lie. My friend Liz, when told that the clouds had broken said "where?". Look up - and right in front of us were the most amazing snow caps. It really was breath-taking. All in all, totally worth the drive, how tired I am and the crazy sun burn I got walking back down the mountain (if you see the straps from my water bottle and camera you'll get a sense of the stripes across my chest today!).



