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View from our room. |
The trip to Mcleod Ganj was planned more as a tour of desperation since
we were not able to travel to Kolkata during the Pujas. Initially my brother, Tulai
was to travel to meet our parents in Kolkata in the Puja week. Hence it
was no fun for us to stay back in Delhi during the same period. We had
only a day's leave at the office on the Dussserra day on Wednesday. And
the travel plans were made accordingly around it. We were to start off from Delhi on Nabami night, which happened to be a Tuesday, and will be back on Sunday early morning. Meanwhile, Tulai's
plans got cancelled and it was so late that it was not possible to bring
our parents to Delhi. And the Durga Puja came just like that.
Shashthi
and Saptami were weekends. And we hopped around C. R. Park pandals and
the few in Gurgaon. Even on Ashtami we were out in the evening after
office till eleven in the night. Hence on Tuesday when we started off
for the station, we were a bit taken by surprise.
The ride to the
station was not without its share of excitement. It was Nabami, the day
before the Dussera, and travelling to the Old Delhi station passing the
Ramleela ground became more challenging than we had expected it to be.
And there were more than one moment where we felt that we were to miss
the train. But it was the nationally famed punctuality of Indian
Railways that saved the day for us. The train destined to start at 8:10
actually started at 8:30 pm, and that extra twenty minutes proved really
vital for us. The trip had started more excitingly than we had in fact
planned and if this was the trailer of things to follow, Mcleod Ganj was
going to be a trip to remember.
The train trip to Pathankot was a
peaceful night's sleep, sparingly disturbed by the normal murmurs and
hubbubs at the intermittent stations. And to our surprise the Jammu Mail
reached Pathankot dot on time at 6:30 am. Meanwhile around 5 in the
morning Satinder, our driver for pick up from the station had called to
inform that he was there already. And upon de-boarding the train we
found him near the exit, quite in a cinematic way, holding up a placard
which distinctly read “Welcome Mr Debopam Chaudhuri”!
Our ride of 81
kilometers from Pathankot to Mcleod Ganj was relaxing as well. For most
parts of the journey, though we were traveling almost in plane land,
whilst the steep upward heave happened in the last few kilometers only.
The winding roads around the mountain were much steeper than we had
normally found in other hill stations like Shimla or Moussourie. But the
scenic beauty was no less than any of them. In fact the way the
Dhauladhar suddenly sprung up in front of our view with its beautiful
snow-capped peaks was really mystical. The mountains seemed much closer
to us, and it felt that it may be well with in the reach of our
outstretched arm, which actually provided the reasoning behind the steep
rise!
We made a stop midway at a place called Hotel Manor for
breakfast, a place approved and recommended by Satinder. Generally
places like these never hit the mark. But for a change Hotel Manor is a
place which I would recommend as an ideal place for stop over for your
drive from Pathankot to Dharamsala / Mcleod Ganj. The location for one
is very serene, with the windows all looking down on a rivulet rushing
down along its rocky route. The food was also fresh and simple. The most
memorable part from the place was the hoarding in front of the place
which said something like this: “Hotel Manor, Come Hungry, Leave Happy”.
It fitted our situation pretty well!
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The Balcony and the winding road. |
We reached our hotel, Villa Paradiso
around 9:30. The hotel is almost a kilometer before the main square, at
the intersection of the two roads (which by the way now operate as one
way routes, one for going up, and the other for coming down) up to
Mcleod Ganj. And our room was on the corner on the first floor. Being on
the corner had the advantage with respect to the view. On one side we
had the glimpse of the snow peak while the other side looked over the
valley side of the Dharamsala town. And the balcony spread across almost
three side of the room, with the intersection of the winding road below
it. It was really awesome! The welcome drink included a full bottle of
red wine, how much we would be able to use it was another question
though. And the welcome tray had the usual cookies and chips with a pack
of Toblerone in it. Overall the room was cozy and comfortable, and
definitely clean and welcoming. But on the downside, it seemed smaller
when compared to the money it was charging! But at the end of the day,
it was the morning of Bijoya Dashami, or Dussera morning, and it was not
the time for all these intricate calculations, and what mattered most
was whether we were happy or nor! And happy we definitely were!
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Inside Jimmy's Italian Kitchen |
We
took an hour or so to freshen up, and start our Mcleod Ganj adventure.
Our moods were in line with the beaming bright sun bathed morning
weather; cheerful and raring to go. Temperatures were well below what we
were experiencing at the plains in Delhi Gurgaon region (we needed our
light woolens). And the pleasing chill mixed with the balmy sunshine was
really a mood refresher. We were out on the streets around eleven, and
started our trip up hill along the road on which the Dalai Lama is
located. The walk up to the main square past the Dalai Lama temple took
fifteen minutes. And we headed straight to the Jimmy’s Italian Kitchen,
and had a spread of a Pizza with mostly chicken toppings, a Baked Potato
with bacon and Gnocchi. The food was warm, fresh and tasty. The only
downside was the gnocchi, which was not as soft and tender to our
liking. But the most striking feature of Jimmy’s Italian Kitchen was the
décor. All around the walls in the room there were framed print out of posters
from famous and may be not so well known movies. It was almost a case
of “you name it, and we have it” scenario!
We loitered around in the
streets around the main square for a couple of hours (which also was a
premier requirement after such a heavy meal); going up and down road
that leads to the Bhagsu Falls and also peeping in to the various small
curio shops selling small mementos. After that we started our way back
to the hotel along the other road which was meant for vehicles coming up
to Mcleod Ganj. On our way down, we stopped for refueling at the
Chocolate Log. The place is known to be an institution and has been
included in the local foodie folk lore with distinction. But the
desserts we had were a bit letdown there. The Chocolate cake was pretty
disappointing, as it was just average in taste and pretty dry as well.
The other chocolate dessert (I do not remember the name) which I had was
though much better, without giving the “out of the world” feeling. The
only “out of the world” feeling we had there was due to the ambiance of
the open air terrace sitting arrangement with the trees providing the
all necessary shades.
Our trip back down the steep slope somehow
seemed a more tricky and challenging task than climbing up! The slope
was really steep and the road in many places seemed to be strategically
broken and damaged to make the task of walking down the road look almost
like trekking! The road condition definitely need some proper maintenance
and some serious repair work at many spots. We agreed on that moment to
take the other route while coming down for our next venture, since it
had a faintly defined walk way with steps and hand rails across most part of the
road, making the walk slightly easier and safer as well.
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Ramleela from our hotel window. |
We were back at our
hotel around four; put our feet up for the next hour or so, then had our
afternoon tea and enjoyed the onset of the evening from our room
through the balcony door. The play of the light and dark and the colour
of dusk on the palette of the sky extended up to the horizon was a
mesmerizing affair as darkness gradually sunk in to the earth. And after
sometime the night lit up again; this time it was set alight with the
firecrackers from the Dussera celebrations in Dharamsala. Far far away, and down below, we
even witnessed the Ramleela celebrations some where in Dharamsala. Only
the smoke and the light from the crackers were visible from up there,
and it all made it an enchanting spectacle.
Dinner was at the
restaurant below, and an Indian spread of Roti, Rice, a Daal and a
Chicken. The food was pretty average, and again seemed pretty expensive
considering the choice and quantity offered. And we were ready to go to
sleep. The sleep though was very comfortable.
Next morning, after a
very ordinary breakfast at the hotel we had booked Satinder for a day
tour around Mcleod Ganj. (though it is possible and also in many places recommended to trek and walk along the tourist spots in Mcleod Ganj to get
the proper feel of the place, yet for Debarghya, our dear old car
fanatic we needed the car ride). We started with the Bhagsunath temple
and the Bhagsu Falls.
The car dropped of us at the car park, from
where the temple was just a stone throw’s distance. But there was a pool
in front of the temple which caught the eye of Debarghya, combined by
the fact that he also eyed a small toy pistol at a shop near the temple
entrance and it resulted in the fact that our stay was very short at the
temple. Then the walk up to the falls was almost a kilometer and a half
from the temple. The walk was fun and enjoying, but we were not able to
reach the exact base of the waterfalls, as the final section of the
route really needed us to put our trekking shoes on! Yet we had a fun time
there, as we found an alternate route to go down to the little stream,
and roam around the rocks and enjoy the water. We spent some fun time
around the water, and then decided to return from there; and as always
the walk back seemed to be much longer.
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Dalai Lama temple |
Our next destination was the
Naddi view point, which rather turned out to be a dampener as the clouds
took out the View from the view point. We though had a small tea break;
and moved to the next point which was the St John’s Church in the
wilderness, which was in fact a typical quaint church available in any
Tom, Dick and Harry of a hill station. Next was the Dalai Lama Temple.
It is also known as the Tsuglagkhang or Tsuglag Khang. It houses the
statues, in sitting postures, of Shakyamuni (the central image),
Avalokiteśvara (the deity of compassion sculpted in silver with eleven
faces and thousand arms and eyes -linked to a legend), and Padmasambhava
(Guru Rinpoche) - both facing the direction of Tibet. Beyond the facts
and fictions of religion and its beliefs, the temple had somehow a
very very calming effect on us. The simplistically arranged plan, the
paucity of glitter and a plethora of tranquility will in some way make
you feel humble and respectful.We collected a few mementos from the souvenir shop inside the temple complex, but skipped the Tibetan Museum there.
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Spread at Tibetan Kitchen |
What followed was a late lunch at
the Tibetan Kitchen and ordered a Chinese and Tibetan platter of
Momos as starters and Noodle soup in Tibetan style as the main courses. Food was quite awesome, and we managed to
finish off every single bit off the plate! It is to be noted here that, our choices of restaurants were almost preplanned following the extensive studies of the reviews available in multiple traveler sites in the internet.
We were back at the hotel
and were declined room service at dinner due a combination of lack of
staff and almost full booking; and the Chinese platter we had at the restaurant was
not even worth of any mention here. But the night’s sleep was
replenishing to the extent to make us ready for another hard day of
touring and toiling (!) at Mcleod Ganj.
The next day was planned as free day, a full
day without any plans, a full day to roam around as per our will, a full
day to explore Mcleod Ganj aimlessly. So we started off from the hotel
after the usual bland breakfast towards the main square. After a bit of
to and fro we stopped at the Nick's Italian for a brunch. We had a pizza
and a spinach and mushroom ravioli; and had a chocolate brownie to
finish off. Then we walked around the main square, poking our nose in to
almost every alternate shop in the street trying to locate the best fit
'Japayantra'. But our all our attempts failed, as none simultaneously
had the 'good looks' and yet fitted into the budget. We ultimately ended
up in the souvenir shop owned by the cooperative society right at the
corner where the two roads again meet in the square. We tried to get a
little something for our near and dear ones; and we actually completed
the list after repeated attempts and venture into that shop. We also
located Bookworm, the book shop and got a Noddy book for Debarghya. We tried to locate
the Norling Guest house, went around the bus stand and taxi stands; had
brief stop over where we had a Cola drink manufactured by Catch company
in a 200 ml PET bottle, while observing the hustle bustle of a normal
afternoon in the town, the mundane routine of local people, the Lamas dressed in their normal attire adding the specific colour in the crowd, the usual
group of children returning from school stealing some moments to chat
and share an ice cream and simultaneously playing around with a stray puppy in the road.
More than three hours had passed just like
that. And we were hungry again. We wanted to have Tibetan and without
venturing anywhere else went back to Tibetan Kitchen. This time we had
Chicken Drumsticks as starters, followed by a Noodle, a Thupka and a
Pork side dish with vegetables as main course. After the sumptuous
second lunch session for the day we were too tired to start a new
adventure and planned to trudge back to the hotel. After our not so good
experience last night combined with the fact we had practically two
lunch we planned to skip dinner altogether. On our way back we packed
three pastries and a few fruits; as well as a small packet of Chocos for
Debarghya's breakfast the next day.
Next day, we had planned to be
a day trip to Dharamsala, and Satinder was ready at the doorstep early
morning. We started with the tea garden in Dharamsala! Yes, you read it
right, a tea garden! We initially had a lot of reservations about it as
well. How can a tea garden be present there, but what awaited us was a
picturesque greenery in front of a white snow-capped mountains beneath
the clear azure blue sky. Really colorful. It was followed by an
inconsequential visit to a temple in the hill side, which was made
memorable by Debarghya, as he wanted to bring back the idol of tiger
near the temple entrance from there!. Next was an Army memorial park in
Dharamsala. Debarghya had a field day there, with almost a life size
model of a fighter plane and a not so good model of a battleship (not
life size of course) to play around. Overall, it was not a “not to be
missed” item, in case any of the readers plan to travel to Dharmasala in
the future. Our next stop was the HPCA Stadium. It has almost turned
into a tourist spot in a way, as one of the gates is open to public for
getting inside the stands and to get a feel of the cricket ground from
inside. This time around I was having a field day in more ways than one!
The snow capped mountains at the back drop makes this stadium, may be,
the prettiest cricket stadium of the world.
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Deden Tsuglakhang |
Our final stop for the
day was the Norbulingka Institute at Sidhpur. The Norbulingka Institute was founded
in 1988 by the present and the 14th Dalai Lama. The institute is dedicated to the preservation of the Tibetan
language and cultural heritage and is named after
Norbulingka, the traditional summer residence of the Dalai Lamas, in
Lhasa, Tibet. The main building is a replica of the Norbulingka palace
in Lhasa, and was really breathtaking. Overall the ambiance inside was
so peaceful, that it seemed that we were actually in a different planet.
The 'Seat of Happiness Temple' (Deden Tsuglakhang) was equally
astounding, with its magnanimity of the 4 metre high Copper statue of
Buddha, intricate detailing of the innumerable Buddha murals and
frescos of all the Lamas. The Losel doll museum is also not to be
missed; it houses an array of diorama displays of traditional Tibetan
panorama and lifestyles.
We were dropped off at the Main Square at
Mcleodganj in late afternoon, and we were so famished that we rushed in
to Jimmy’s Kitchen and ordered a Pizza, Grilled Chicken and Banoffee
Pie! And, as before, we finally lumbered back to our hotel room. It was
now time to pack our bags and say our final farewell to our charming
holiday in Mcleod Ganj. We started off from the hotel around seven
aboard our constant travel companion, Satinder’s Indigo; made a stop
over at Hotel Manor for a fresh and warm dinner, to reach Pathankot
Station a couple of hours before the scheduled departure of Dhauladhar
Express. The wait at the station was impatient and irritating, but the
journey back in the first class coupe was very peaceful and comforting.
We reached Old Delhi station on time next morning, and travelled back to
Gurgaon through leisurely Sunday morning traffic pretty smoothly. And
Monday? Back to our normal mundane routine, what else?