This blog post is going to be more like a photo blog post … there are many reasons for that : first, it has been a long time (should have written is much earlier) even though the walk to the Lal Tibba was the most happening thing in that whole trip. Secondly, have been to new places and want to write about them … if I don’t finish this one – cannot start the new ones. Third, little lazy to write a long post – more over it was the feeling that gave us so much enjoyment that day … and it is hard to write a long post on feelings – i am pretty sure everyone will understand and accept that.
After coming back from the morning walk … we didn’t do much. Lazily went for breakfast after which we all wanted to go for a long walk but it was too hot n sunny – (though Maa and i went out for half an hour as i wanted to buy books of one of my fav. author ie. Ruskin Bond). After we came back – we all sit together in the balcony of the hotel room – drank hot chocolate with soya milk n ate peanut butter bread sandwich – and chit-chat on things in general.
It was getting dark and we had to walk all the way back to Picture Palace point. So we took the same road that we had taken up hill otherwise we could have gone around that mountain and made a circle at “Char Dukan”. That day we realized, climbing down hill was faster but very tiring for the legs. After reaching the hotel … we ate dinner – sat for sometime discussing how the hotel and its services was and how it has changed from the last time my brother has visited it.
Then again we made plans to go for a early morning walk the very next day … but the Rain God had something else for us. The next morning we heard a storm … we even did not dare to look outside as it sounded so scary – like someone was hampering the tinned rooftop. Laying in that cozy bed I felt safe (of course) and at the same time a bit thrilled without even going out. Well that was the end of our trip to Mussoorie. The road trip back to Delhi was non-happening.