Waking up in the mountains was magical, the sun was streaming through the windows, everything was green, the fog gave it a fairytale feel. We went past waterfalls, dry rivers, fast rivers, monkeys. There were monkeys everywhere – I think I will miss them back in England. The bus dropped us off on what seemed like a deserted road, so we got a taxi and went straight to the Green Hotel McLeod Ganj. We had heard good things about the hotel and wanted to check it out, especially as it had wi-fi so would be very useful for the completion of our projects.
They had room so we paid for three nights and left our bags in storage as the room would not be ready till midday. So we went off to explore our surroundings. We walked down the main road to the central square, and turned off down a side road. We walked and wondered and came upon ‘Carpe Diem’ a rooftop restaurant that did breakfast. Without hesitation up we went to find a secret haven among the mountains. You had wonderful views of the mountains, rather than the valley, the sun was shining and we could sit on cushions on the floor, with low tables, slightly Japanese style. The boys ordered a fry up and I asked for a pancake and porridge, they were both delicious but HUGE, we didn’t need lunch that day.
Back at the hotel our room was lovely, with an amazing view of the valley and after putting the bags in the room we headed back to the hotel café to start work. A few hours later an American man approached us. I had spoken to him before, to in the queue for a drink. He wondered if we were going to attend the Dali Lamas teachings this weekend. We said we might but weren’t sure and he informed us that we had to register today if we were intending to see him.
Despite the fact that we had to work, we decided it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and we should take it, so off we went back down the hill, to get passport photographs, which were necessary for the registration. In the queue for photographs, were other travelers and once again we swapped crazy travel stories. One set of travelers, were actually and ex-husband and wife who had randomly bumped into each other whilst traveling in India, originally from America, the story was a bit too crazy to understand fully and we were all a bit flabbergasted on our walk to the registration centre. The queue did not take too long and soon enough we had our photo-pass and were all set to see the Lama the next day.
They had room so we paid for three nights and left our bags in storage as the room would not be ready till midday. So we went off to explore our surroundings. We walked down the main road to the central square, and turned off down a side road. We walked and wondered and came upon ‘Carpe Diem’ a rooftop restaurant that did breakfast. Without hesitation up we went to find a secret haven among the mountains. You had wonderful views of the mountains, rather than the valley, the sun was shining and we could sit on cushions on the floor, with low tables, slightly Japanese style. The boys ordered a fry up and I asked for a pancake and porridge, they were both delicious but HUGE, we didn’t need lunch that day.
Back at the hotel our room was lovely, with an amazing view of the valley and after putting the bags in the room we headed back to the hotel café to start work. A few hours later an American man approached us. I had spoken to him before, to in the queue for a drink. He wondered if we were going to attend the Dali Lamas teachings this weekend. We said we might but weren’t sure and he informed us that we had to register today if we were intending to see him.
Despite the fact that we had to work, we decided it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and we should take it, so off we went back down the hill, to get passport photographs, which were necessary for the registration. In the queue for photographs, were other travelers and once again we swapped crazy travel stories. One set of travelers, were actually and ex-husband and wife who had randomly bumped into each other whilst traveling in India, originally from America, the story was a bit too crazy to understand fully and we were all a bit flabbergasted on our walk to the registration centre. The queue did not take too long and soon enough we had our photo-pass and were all set to see the Lama the next day.
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