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Location: Delhi to Dharamsala
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Yesterday we caught a small plane an hour and a half to Dharamsala. From the airport we hopped into a taxi for a little 45 minute drive. The drive did not take 45 minutes. It. Took. Three. Hours. Our taxi driver kept us entertained although through his great taste in music and conversation.
When we arrived at the monastery, we were faced with the dreaded 300 steps of doom, slugs and cow poop into the main town. After the terrible uphill journey, we were treated with a visit to the Dalai Lama’s monastery and a look around the shops in town. Followed by a delicious dinner of Momos at Wen and Jampa’s restaurant was a great end to the day.
So far I’m loving the trip and everyone seems really nice but I miss my pet kangaroo, Barry the most.