Little Lhasa (Concluded)

The next morning we took a walk to the Bhagsu falls. It was a pretty walk along the mountain side with a cool breeze and sun filtering through the tall trees. The road wound around the town and led to the Bhagsu temple, which we had visited last evening. Beyond it lay the narrow trail. The gargling stream could be heard from a distance and now came into view a few metres below. The path was smooth initially, at first steps were carved out but after covering some distance it turned rockier and increasingly difficult. After about a kilometer, the waterfalls became visible. What an enticing sight it was. The more I saw it, the more I wanted to reach. The breathtaking beauty beckoned me very eagerly and with each step my excitement grew. However we had to be careful since the ground was getting slippery and the climb perilous. In anticipation of the ultimate destination, my heart egged me on.

The View Just Outside Hotel Bhagsu

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Market Street - Still Early Hours

Lone Tourists!

Monastery In The Market Place

Can You Spot The Waterfalls?

At last we reached the end of the path, but holloa! the falls were within striking distance, but a huge boulder blocked the way. We looked around for an alternative path but couldn’t discover it. So we carefully climbed over, exercising caution with every step. And then the sight that unfolded was unforgettable - the enormous falls gushing down the towering cliff, the deafening sound of water crashing onto the pool below, the jagged cliffs jutting out behind the cascade! We soaked ourselves in the abundance and beauty of nature. I stood transfixed for many minutes as if to capture this heavenly experience. The weather had changed and being so close to the falls, all of a sudden I felt its icy cold touch. We spent as time possible but with the day’s itinerary planned in advance, we could not afford more time. I looked back affectionately quite a few times before bidding bye and taking the path back. The morning trek was extremely satisfying. It had made us hungry as well, so once we reached the parking area beyond Bhagsu temple, we looked around and chose a small eatery for breakfast. Nehria Tea Shop was somehow able to make the simple alu paratha very delicious and the tea was refreshing.  



In Nature's Lap - The Falls

 

The Cliffs Jutting Out

Pool At The Bottom Of The Falls



Valley View From The Falls

 

Breakfast Break!

 

 

 

It was around 10.30 in the morning when we returned to the hotel. We packed up quickly, paid the bills and hopped onto our cab. The last destination before moving out of Dharamshala was the abode of His Holiness, the Dalai Lala temple. The temple had been set up by His Holiness after escaping from Tibet in 1959 and his residence is located opposite the temple. It was a kilometer from our hotel down a narrow road dotted with small shops on either side. The car dropped us outside the large entrance gate. There was a large turnout of tourists for this landmark. Unfortunately photography is strictly prohibited and every person is searched before entering the main complex, hence I was unable to click any photo.


The first flight of stairs leads you to an open area, the size of a half hockey field. The next flight of stairs brings you to the main temple – the sight at first was no different from any other Indian temple. It was very crowded with Tibetans occupying every nook and corner of the place and the consequent din was not surprising. However once you step inside you realize that the murmur results from chanting of prayers by the monks. The inner sanctum consisted of a towering bronze statue of lord Buddha flanked by 2 other smaller statues of Buddha in other forms. On one side there is a huge heap of eatables - chocolates, biscuits, salted items etc. You can take a clockwise walk around the temple which is decorated with prayer wheels, flags, mani stones and other symbols of Tibetan culture and history. It was quite an overwhelming experience to watch a kingdom being run in exile. We are all citizens of a free country and it is here that I felt the air of dependence, which my forefathers must have surely experienced prior to our own independence. I was so moved by the determination of these exiled people that I went around to enquire in what manner I could contribute to their continued sustenance. I was directed to the office at other end of the temple, where I donated as per my wish – there was no coaxing, forcing or threatening – only a simple smile and gratitude from the young Tibetan who handed me the receipt.

 

Outside it was drizzling fairly hard now. The morning sunshine had been replaced with grey skies and dampness had set in the air.  As we bid farewell to Little Lhasa, it seemed the heavenly place was shedding tears at our departure! It was mid-afternoon and by now the traffic had built up. The narrow roads were now choc-a-bloc and we were stranded on the outskirts. I could not anticipate the delay just then and being somewhat exhausted, dozed off. My slumber was interrupted many times by our cabbie turning the ignition on, only to move a few metres and then come to a halt. It was after an hour and a half that we were finally able to get a clear road down the hill. The rest of the descent was uneventful and once on the plains, hanger pangs gripped us and we had a meal at a dhaba. We had to take off our woolens since it had become quite warm. With a hearty meal in place, we boarded the cab at about 5 o’clock for the ascent to the second leg of our vacation – Khajiar.

 

Dhaba In The Plains!

 

Freshly Cooked Food At The Dhaba

 

On The Way To Khajiar

 

Fading Sun

 

The roads were smooth and the climb was also a visual treat till darkness set in an hour later. Lights could be seen at times through trees and as villages approached the darkness momentarily disappeared. It was around 7.30 p.m. when bright lights could be seen at a distance, another half an hour brought us to Dalhousie. It was chaos here as well, when our cab got entangled in another traffic snarl on a narrow stretch while passing through Dalhousie. Fortunately, intervention from some locals and cooperation from the vehicles coming in the opposite direction, expedited unlocking the gridlock. The ascent from Dalhousie to Khajiar brought in some anxious moments. There were very few vehicles on the road and it was pitch dark – the only lights were those of our cab’s headlamp flashing against the pine trees. Signboards warning us about the wildlife flashed once in a while. As our cab sped along, the dense jungle on either side sent a chill down my spine. Looking back through the rear windshield I noticed the full moon filtering through onto our seat, but the moving car reduced any effect of its light. After non-stop travel of about an hour we reached a lighted stretch and hotels on either side, at last, indicated human habitation!  What a relief we felt to see that our hotel, Royal Residency, was also among these!

Little Lhasa

Dharamshala has carved out a space for itself in any traveler’s diary. Its unique history beckons one and all. It was this call that made us plan a trip. First of all there many ways to get there – with the airport at Gaggal near Kangra and railway station at Pathankot, it is very well connected. We chose to enjoy Bholu. So after going through the various options, Dauladhar Express seemed a convenient overnight journey. Next was booking a place to stay and with good experience of staying in a Government accommodation, preference was to get hold of one. The Himachal Pradesh Tourism Development Corporation gives you a convenient one stop shop experience on its website http://hptdc.gov.in/custsw/viewuser8.asp, where you can view availability of all its properties across the State. We were booking in advance, yet to our dismay most of the properties were full, so it helps to plan early.

 

 

Dauladhar Express departs from Old Delhi Railway station at 22.45 hours. It is a herculean task to reach the place by road through traffic and congested areas in the evening, so it helped that we had begun early (our Ranthambore experience fresh in mind). This time we reached with enough time to spare. The train departs from platform number 15, hence you need to climb the overbridge. We helped ourselves to goodies from the McDonald’s outlet in the station premises (old Delhi station also has Comesum, for the foodies) before the train departed on schedule. With no further adventure, we reached Pathankot Junction next morning at the scheduled time of 8.20 am. Our pre-booked cab was waiting outside. This was result of another valuable advice – advance cab booking not only saves you the hassle of haggling with cabbies in the station but is also very cost effective.

 

 

Soon we were ahoy! After an hour of travelling, we took a break at a vegetarian dhaba (Indian roadside eatery typically seen on highways). The food seemed fresh and quite tasty. The journey slowly moved from straight roads to winding curves and after another hour or so, the cabbie took a diversion from the main road. The climb to the mountains started soon after. The roads all throughout were surprising well maintained. The curves got sharper, the roads narrower and the climb steeper. The cab glided through with breathtaking views of the valley, forests, narrow streams and the serenity of a mountain drive could be felt. After a drive of almost 3 hours in bright sunshine we reached Dharamshala. Our stay was at McLeod Ganj or Upper Dharamshala and took us another hour to reach it. Closer to the destination, we experienced a bit of a traffic jam – too many vehicles on holiday!
 

The Dhaba

 

Hotel Bhagsu was right in the heart of the town. Once we located the place and alighted/embarked from the cab, mist enveloped the surroundings – tall cedar trees were suddenly barely visible, and a chill in the air welcomed us with open arms. The room was a decent one a comfortable double bed, sofa, table, almirah, television and a large washroom. The washroom had a geyser and the room was equipped with a heater.

 

 

The Entrance

 

The Restaurant at Hotel Bhagsu

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We refreshed and after a quick lunch, embarked on sightseeing. The first spot was the Dal Lake, a man-made lake about 15 kms from the main town. As we reached the lake, mist from the hills swooped in, giving it a magical backdrop. The lake was full of variety of fishes, which were coming to the surface in droves whenever any bread crumb was thrown by the numerous tourists. We partook of tea and samosas at a small tea stall opposite the lake. After enjoying the place, we headed towards Bhagsu Nag temple located at one end of the central road in McLeod Ganj.
 

Dal Lake

  

The Magical Backdrop

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cars are allowed till a certain point, beyond which once needs to take a short walk through a narrow stretch. The temple is located on one side of the complex and one needs to climb a few stairs to reach it. On the other side is a tank, whose water is considered to be holy with healing properties. Although we were told by locals that the water emanates from a hot spring, the water was not hot, rather it was quite cold. We could hear water gushing close by and on enquiry, were informed that the famed Bhagsu waterfalls was located about 2 kms ahead. In the fading darkness, we made an attempt to reach it but had no option but to withdraw due to unknown territory and warnings from visitors returning not to proceed further. Since it was quite cold, nothing could be better than settling for some tea. While checking out options we spotted a quaint place called German Bakery located at the end of the narrow stretch near the point where the cars were parked.



Bhagsu Nag Temple

The Holy Tank

On the Temple Complex's Entrance Gate

Darkness Descending

 

German Bakery

We returned to the hotel and decided to take a walk to the main road, which was about 10 minutes away. The road was lined with shops selling local fare as well as other regular items. After exploring various shops for more than an hour, our stomach was growling with hunger. We had come across very good reviews of Jimmy’s Italian Kitchen, so we headed there straightaway. The place, located on the first floor, was teeming with customers. We were fortunate to secure a table which had just been vacated. The walls were lined with posters of famous Hollywood movies. Some of the items on the menu were already over, informed the owner Tserin very apologetically. She also recommended some other items, from which we made our choice. The service was super slow but when the food arrived, we really forgot about the delay. The pizzas, be it chickonara, peri peri or roasted chicken, tasted awesome. It was such a refreshing change from the staple pizza that we are so used to. The pasta with piri piri sauce was equally enterprising! Overall an excellent place for satisfying one’s taste buds. A short walk from the restaurant brought us back to our hotel where we retired for the night.

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The View Inside





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