Last year we all had been there, to that nestled paradise in the mountains, under clusters of clouds. So beautiful was this place, I could not just leave it for Darjeeling and the rest of my trip to Calcutta. Second reason was of course I lost my mobile in a taxi at the last moment and waited for the police to report it was not put in the taxi at all as per driver’s confessions. Like the air thereabouts, the people were very pure and courteous. At the daybreak I opened my suite’s window and when I looked straight down and yonder I froze mesmerized. Tiny tots playing in a school compound down below and in the distance clouds travel among big mountains like a huge train (some bogies entered our hotel room) and above them, gleaming in the Sun, was a trace of the top of Kanchenjunga, later I was told. The room boy also brought coffee and I unpacked my suitcase and pulled out my two cameras one was bought in 1977 and the other had zoom lens of recent origin. I shot at the flower on a terrace some fiver meters below and magnified the image and showed it to my wife proudly as if I plucked the flower myself and offered. Later I took careful shot of mountains allowing the clouds come into the picture in the skyline and froze it in my camera. My wife was pleading with me already to let us go out and get some real action.
So we went out and it was quite an exercise ambling across gradually upwards over to the roads on terraced slopes meant for residential buildings as well as shopping areas and the food was multi cuisine (meaning disappointment to vegetarians) and service was everywhere even on their smiles as garnishing. Liked the MG Road for it was free of vehicles (restricted) and I liked the Himalayan Mountaineering Club (I have to check the name again) where a mock rock is placed for beginners to climb using ropes. The irony -- we were in fact among the highest hill ranges of the world or at the gateway of the same. The disappointment was no ropeway was functioning at that time. And the Hokey stadium where the famous hokey player of Olympics fame (Is it Baichung Bhutia) used to come and play- as my taxi driver-cum-guide told me this time. The boards are more descriptive on wise cracks and less on details of the things to see there. Care Tourism Depts. I enjoyed the ride to the slopes of a tea estate and purchased superb tealeaves, which we gave away to friends in Hyderabad as mementoes.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
My Gangtok tour
Last year we all had been there, to that nestled paradise in the mountains, under clusters of clouds. So beautiful was this place, I could not just leave it for Darjeeling and the rest of my trip to Calcutta. Second reason was of course I lost my mobile in a taxi at the last moment and waited for the police to report it was not put in the taxi at all as per driver’s confessions. Like the air thereabouts, the people were very pure and courteous. At the daybreak I opened my suite’s window and when I looked straight down and yonder I froze mesmerized. Tiny tots playing in a school compound down below and in the distance clouds travel among big mountains like a huge train (some bogies entered our hotel room) and above them, gleaming in the Sun, was a trace of the top of Kanchenjunga, later I was told. The room boy also brought coffee and I unpacked my suitcase and pulled out my two cameras one was bought in 1977 and the other had zoom lens of recent origin. I shot at the flower on a terrace some fiver meters below and magnified the image and showed it to my wife proudly as if I plucked the flower myself and offered. Later I took careful shot of mountains allowing the clouds come into the picture in the skyline and froze it in my camera. My wife was pleading with me already to let us go out and get some real action.
So we went out and it was quite an exercise ambling across gradually upwards over to the roads on terraced slopes meant for residential buildings as well as shopping areas and the food was multi cuisine (meaning disappointment to vegetarians) and service was everywhere even on their smiles as garnishing. Liked the MG Road for it was free of vehicles (restricted) and I liked the Himalayan Mountaineering Club (I have to check the name again) where a mock rock is placed for beginners to climb using ropes. The irony -- we were in fact among the highest hill ranges of the world or at the gateway of the same. The disappointment was no ropeway was functioning at that time. And the Hokey stadium where the famous hokey player of Olympics fame (Is it Baichung Bhutia) used to come and play- as my taxi driver-cum-guide told me this time. The boards are more descriptive on wise cracks and less on details of the things to see there. Care Tourism Depts. I enjoyed the ride to the slopes of a tea estate and purchased superb tealeaves, which we gave away to friends in Hyderabad as mementoes.
So we went out and it was quite an exercise ambling across gradually upwards over to the roads on terraced slopes meant for residential buildings as well as shopping areas and the food was multi cuisine (meaning disappointment to vegetarians) and service was everywhere even on their smiles as garnishing. Liked the MG Road for it was free of vehicles (restricted) and I liked the Himalayan Mountaineering Club (I have to check the name again) where a mock rock is placed for beginners to climb using ropes. The irony -- we were in fact among the highest hill ranges of the world or at the gateway of the same. The disappointment was no ropeway was functioning at that time. And the Hokey stadium where the famous hokey player of Olympics fame (Is it Baichung Bhutia) used to come and play- as my taxi driver-cum-guide told me this time. The boards are more descriptive on wise cracks and less on details of the things to see there. Care Tourism Depts. I enjoyed the ride to the slopes of a tea estate and purchased superb tealeaves, which we gave away to friends in Hyderabad as mementoes.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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