Sunday morning and a bit of a haze over the mountainside. It is the end of Diwali (I think), so I’m expecting that the fireworks and gunshots(?) should be over today. It was like what I imagine the Wild West to have been over the past few days…lots of pretty lights but also loud sounds. Kind of feel sorry for the dogs now…
I walked down into Mcleodganj the day before yesterday. It is a beautiful, busy little town. Compared to Bhagsu where I am, about 15 minutes away, it is a thriving metropolis. I’m happy to be in the quiet part for the start of my stay, but I have booked a guest house in town for when I leave the meditation centre. Gotta have a taste of both sides of the coin. I believe I’ll be able to see the Dalai Lama’s residence from that new guest house!
Yesterday after a late breakfast, I walked up to Bhagsu Waterfall. A beautiful if somewhat strenuous walk but well worth the effort. Lots of others out doing the same thing – Indian families dressed in their finest for the holiday and visitors like me in hiking boots. Must say I didn’t envy the Indian women in their thin, strappy sandals. I forgot my camera so I’ll have to return, but I did have my picture taken for a magazine ( yeah, right). What can I say…I’m a sucker for good-looking men, and it’s nice to be asked!
There is a yoga studio about two minutes away from my room but I haven’t made it there yet. By the time I was over the effects of the travel (and what I think is a cold) it was close to Diwali and the instructor had gone home to be with his family. Maybe tomorrow.
My goal for today is to get my room cleaned. As much as I like this place, it is a tad strange in that the people who own/run the place are nowhere to be seen.
