Our 2 months in India was quickly coming to an end, with one more stop on our journey before Nepal we again packed our bags (slightly lighter after "donating" a few items to the hotel, including a paper turban that was no longer logical to lug around) and made our way to the bus. The driver pulled over on the side of a road and told us our bus would come here, this driver loved a prank so we figured he was joking again..we both stayed in the car. No bus stop. No bus shelter. Surely this is wrong! After a lot of convincing and spotting other tourist we climbed out of the car. Sure enough, 2 hours late (right on time in India!) our bus arrived to take us to Daramsala! Our trip was 12 hours and even though we slept a lot of it, the end of the journey was rough! I had the isle seat and nearly fell off my seat a few times in my sleepy state around bends. A whole new meaning to the game "corners". Finally we arrived and got a taxi to "greens hotel" besides the funky cabbage smell coming from the bathroom it was heaven, Infact McLeod Ganj was heaven. The streets were clean, the people, a lot of which were tibetan we're friendly, there was a peaceful feel in the air, a nice himalayan background and the food was delicious! After the end of our Indian trip struggling to find anything other then curry, this change in cuisine was welcomed with open mouths. The place we stayed at was very central to everything we needed, and gave us a chance to meet other backpackers (strangely I went to school with one of them! Small world!) & spiritual souls who were inspiring, and able to teach you things about yourself in the time it took you to eat a momo. I feel sorry for the momo, although delicious, in my head they were the "devil dumpling". I developed a bit of Delhi belly that I think was lingering from India but as momos were the last thing i ate, they were the culprit. I have since had the courage to go down momo lane once more and we are slowly working things out. The first few days in McLeod it rained, we were so happy to see some clouds and feel some cool air while sipping a ginger, lemon, honey tea wrapped up in yak wool! A little reminder of winter at home in the hills. When the sun shone again, We Ventured to the waterfalls which was a small hike up hill, but the view was amazing, all topped off with Tibetan prayer flags flapping in the breeze. As we walked up we saw monks bathing in the water,I don't know how they did it, the water was freezing! Our days although relaxed went quickly and before we knew it we were back on the bus and back to Delhi where we would fly to Nepal. I felt I needed more time in McLeod but our short and sweet trip will definitely not be the last!