Shimla, the cosy capital of Himachal Pradesh gave us Christmas-feeling.
We arrived by bus to Mc Leod Ganj 5 o'clock a.m. Best time to arrive, no?
A tibetan mother together with her daughter arriving with the same bus as we did asked us if we have anywhere to stay. Since we didn't these wonderful people must have felt sorry for us and invited us to their tiny home where we were fed with loads of chai and chapathi with peanutbutter. Life works in mysterious ways sometimes.
Trekking up toTriund, made us realize we're not in the best shape of our lifes. (Damn you Indian-cookies!) On the other hand we realized we are a splendid duo also when it comes to performing the Moulin Rouge-medley.(and the other song is called "come what may", not "come want me" as Nina thaught) The view, the green grass and the hot chai waiting on top made it worth the effort though. As we tried to express in the very pictureless post from Shimla : we really like it here and some parts of us feel like just hang around forever, taking artsclassess, meditate and chit-chat with Tibetan refugees. Tomorrow evening we have a train (or actually bus&train) to Varanasi so we guess that's not gonna be the case. Goodbye mountains, we'll miss you.
According to the pictures, I could live there the rest of my life. Beautifully.
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there is no mystery in it.. we humans are social creatures who are inherently good and need each others support,which makes our life still more beautiful.
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