Below are my favorite photos from my time in and around Dharamsala.
|McLeod Ganj, a suburb of Dharamsala, is in the Himachal Pradesh state of India.|
At 6800 ft, the hill city is surrounded by a dense coniferous forest of Deodar cedars.
|The colorful buildings are stacked one on top of the other.|
Navigating the steep terrain requires a good set of lungs.
|An up-close view; it's all in the details.|
|I was fascinated by the entryways, many which are inscribed|
with the occupant's name, house number, and case number.
|This building was being constructed next door to the building where I rented a room.|
It was fascinating to watch the construction;
it made me wonder how the buildings would fare in an earthquake.
|The Main Square is alive with constant hustle & bustle.|
If you stopped and watched for awhile, you noticed a rhythm to the chaos.
Crossing the street was like momentarily walking
through a massive group dancing The Macarena.
|The streets are narrow, which makes traffic an exercise in exactitude.|
The drivers are incessantly polite honkers.
and well-skilled in navigating the svelte streets;
the automobiles show few scars from passing battle wounds.
|I am glad I did not bring my bicycle on this trip to India. |
It was complicated enough navigating
amongst the wheeled and foot traffic on my own two feet.
I did take to a lot of the two-wheeled motorized vehicles, though.
The Royal Enfields, of which there were many, are gorgeous.
|This image of a tuk-tuk next to the Shiva billboard is classic.|
|Food trucks are popular in the Pacific Northwest, where I live.|
So I chuckled when I saw this food truck.
|Not all street food was as appealing.|
This man was trying to keep his momos from getting soggy.
|I loved the name of this road-side cafe.|
I asked the proprietor why he chose to name his shop "Cafe by Mistake."
In his broken English, he replied that he liked the sound of it.
|Of all the possible franchises, |
I was surprised to see a Pizza Hut in McLeod Ganj.
These men sure were enjoying themselves outside the pizza joint...
|...while around the corner, this Tibetan woman rested|
on the step of another establishment.
|I loved seeing the Tibetans and Indians|
co-existing together in harmony.
|Those requesting alms were congregated outside|
the Dalai Lama's temple.
|The people-watching was fantastic.|
Oh, the hair!
|My friend, Ron, (of Baja, road trip, and Warm Shower fame)|
and I had a few days of overlap together in Dharamsala,
as Ron traveled to India to take the yoga course after mine.
It was fun to hang out with a familiar face.
Here Ron does his best to dress like a local.
|On occasion, I donned the local headwear as well.|
|Traveling has a wonderful way of providing for lifelong friendships.|
This is me and Lisa.
Though our paths crossed for only a few days, we were besties for all those days.
|This map shows all the best hikes and treks in the nearby mountains.|
|I loved the way this doggie looked at me.|
It was hard to tell if his head was cocked,
or whether the dog's head was straight and the sidewalk was cocked.
|These street dogs have definitely found their space -- |
on a comfy pile of roadside sand.
|This structure shares little resemblance to the Hard Rock Cafes back home.|
|I love this wine shop, |
whose inventory consisted of beverages...
|...and toilet paper.|
There's no better combo than wine'n'TP.
|Golly gee wilikers, is that a Little Free Library?|
Be still my beating heart, why yes it is!
|Look at all the treatments -- specific and non-specific alike!|
I'll take a #5 and a #9, please.
|Rows'n'rows of roadside-can't-live-without trinkets were available for purchase.|
|I passed this lovely family dozens of times.|
That sat on the side of the road, day-in and day-out, earning their pay.
Dad played the music, mom sang, and the children beamed their ear-to-ear grins.
|The playgrounds weren't the most appetizing...|
|...nor were the dumpsters.|
|This dumpster, up the road from the Common Ground Cafe,|
provided a dependable source of entertainment;
there was always a troop of monkeys picking through the smokey rubble.
|I loved this mural...|
|...as well as this wall, where no bills had been stuck.|
|Not all painted messages were observed...|
|...but that doesn't mean all hope has been lost.|
Here are two other photo journals from my trip to India:
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