The Gochala Inn
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... where water was boiled on an LP burner to which a package of the ramen noodles and package spices (like we used to buy when we were in college), fresh onions, some greens (like fiddleheads), and maybe an egg were added. Our initial shock of being offered this meal for the first time, quickly gave way to requests for seconds. Ramen soup at 10,000 + feet in the cold weather never tasted so good. ...
... in this town, he smiled when he saw us & took our order of two chicken chowmeins. We had wait for the 15 or so Indians in front of us get their food & eat, & there was a lot of staring, but at least we had hot food to look forward to. The food was good, & we were servd the ubiquitous broth everyone serves up here, & even that turned out to be good.
We spent our last day watching TV & writing these entries. That evening we went back to ...
Once we got past the Indian boarder and into the town of Panitanki it took us a while to find the bus to Siliguri. They didn't go from the bus station which was deserted but from a street at the other end of town. Once we were on a bus the man told us we'd have to pay 20 Rupees (25p) each for our seats, and the same again for our rucksacks we were fine with that but he then explained this information over and over again for reasons we're still unsure ...
Darjeeling. Even if you know nothing else about the place im willing to bet that you'll know at least that it grows tea. Very good tea as well as it turns out, unquestionaly the best in the world if you ask the locals. Known as the Queen of the hills, it was a tiny hilltop town until 1816 when the East India Company gained control of the lands. Being pretty inaccessible, once being "discovered" in 1828, little time was wasted in building what is now Darjeelings ...
... we are engulfed in had allowed us to view the valleys and the mountains.
From my window, as I sit writing, I see the mountains rise above what we would call slums. The contrast of the pure white peaks against the grey unkept buildings reminds me of India with the taste of chai still on my tongue.
We move into a routine, I get up early and sit in the square drinking chai with a variety of men that line the benches around the square. I love watching a ...