A Disfunctional Diary of India - Darjeeling: Day 11

Last night we arrived at NJP station at 1:30AM, and slept outside under a big tree in the parking lot until 6 in the morning when we took a 2 hour jeep ride high into the mountains and came out through the fog into the chilled out land of Darjeeling. It was the sweetest relief to be there, away from the heat and the madness, and the shitty food. Darjeeling was quite the opposite. It was cold, but everyone was cozy. Every place to eat was delicious, even the street vendors had the goods. It was a happy melting pot of Hindus, Nepalize, and other beautiful Mongoloids, all talkative and respectful. With the surrounding view of the mountains it was impossible for anybody to be sour. I felt like Harry and Loyd when they first hit Aspen. We walked around and got our bearings while looking for a guest house that would take the three of us for 100 rupees a piece. The best and cheapest place in town was the Tower View, which had a bohemian style cafe with a breathtaking balcony view. But they were totally booked so we settled on the Sunrise Guest House, just down the street. The owner was the Indian version of Norman Bates. He gave us a room with one big bed and no running water. We were satisfied.
While Jon was on a mission for a bank and a post office, I kicked back with Justin at the famous local bakery and sipped on the tea that put Darjeeling on the map. We all took it real easy for the rest of the day, then capped it off with gut warming spirits in the evening. After only one day here, I know this place will be at the top of my list in India.

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