The night bus from Rishikesh left at 4 pm for the 14-16 hour trip, the time is not fixed, to McLeodganj on the western side of India, not far from the Pakistan border. I slipped into a seat that was so close to the one in front of me that my knees touched it. As it made its way north, the monkeys from the thick forest on either side lined the road like beggars beside temple grounds. The road wound its way up the mountain and as we approached Dehradun, monkeys gave way to vendors selling plastic blow-up toys and vegetables. We picked up the last load of passengers there and started across the northern mountains toward our destination. After making a stop for dinner at a roadside cafe, the lights dimmed and I attempted to sleep as the night air chilled and the now unecessary air conditioning was cut off. I will only say that it was a restless night without much sleep.
View from HH the Dalai Lama's Compound |
My $11. Room @ Hotel Mount View |