Freedom

On Saturday night we got carted to and dumped in Dehradun, near all the shops. And all the restaurants. We decide to head up to Black Pepper...a well known restaurant here. The food was good, even the conical popadoms. Halfway through, a giant TV screen was turned on and we watched Man Utd beat Arsenal. Thank god we didn't stick around to watch Spurs v Wigan.

After this we all sort of went separate ways to the shops. The fact I am still here writing this is incredible. I have never felt so close to death quite so often as trying to navigate that shopping street. Motorbikes going the wrong way, no stopping at all for any traffic... And the fact that still all pedestrians use the road shows how bad the sidewalks are! Littered with rubble, and massive holes. Still, I am alive. I bought nothing though.

The next day, I went with Lukas up to Mussoorie & Dhanoulti. Our 9am cab arrived at 11am. He spoke not one single word of English. he took us up to Mussoorie, then spent the best part of an hour just driving round in circles. I think he was looking for the road to Dhanoulti but who knows? Eventually after we shouted stop at him (lots) he stopped in a car park. We thought he would wait for us there whilst we went out to explore Mussoorie but no! off he went again. So we jumped out. We never paid him. We never saw him again. But later on we discover he waited for us somewhere...although that somewhere was never disclosed.

Mussoorie is a lovely hilltop town. Dhanoulti? Dunno, we never made it there.

So we had lunch (excellent) here...good to eat some Tibetan & Chinese....

And we saw these:

And this:

And I rode on this:

Conclusion? Mussoorie is lovely, but get a good taxi driver!