After Delhi, Rishikesh, and Dehradun (only for one night to chill out, didn't do much there), we finally arrived here, in Dharamsala. A place where we didn't even have the heart to bargain the things we wish to buy, just because the sellers were mostly the Tibetan refugees.
As we all know, Dharamsala is the residence of His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama, the Tibetan Buddhism spiritual leader. To be precise, the place is actually called McLeod Ganj.
Staying in a Tibetan guesthouse. Good to have a room near the balcony overlooking the mountains. Birds chirping every morning.
One morning, me and Paroma went out for a walk. Stopped by an old church, and were followed by cute stray dogs.
It's understandable why Lonely Planet puts McLeod Ganj as one of the highlights of India. This upper part of Dharamsala has shown me everything. From a very nice weather in the middle of summer, to a wide range of delicious breakfast. From meeting some friendly Tibetan monks on the street, to getting amused by the peacefulness of the temple.
The picture below shows how these people were very nice. They gave each of us some food for free, expressing their gratitude for our visit.
Watching little kids running along the street with their tiny backpacks, singing and creating noise everywhere. They may not have known what's going on for real, and they may not have understood how clashes and conflicts horribly happened in the past, causing millions of sufferings and deaths.
Some old monks taking some rest around the temple. They're so sweet and friendly.
In the temple itself, there are lots of people coming to bring their prayers. Nonetheless, it's still open for any visitor wishing to know how great this temple is.
One of the friendly monks me and Paroma met when we were out for a walk in the morning
And I'll come back for everything.
