The interesting thing about domestic flights in India: there is an absolute unpredictability regarding their arrival and departure. Our flight was in fact delayed, but nobody seemed to mind too terribly. We spent a few hours watching familie scome and go, talking about what our expectations were, and before we knew it we were buckled and on our way to the Himalayas.
Located in the Kangra Valley in the district of Kangra, part of the Himanchal Pradesha Indian state, and formarly know as Bhagsu, Dharamshala has become the headquarters of the Central Tibetan Administration in Exile. To the Tibetan community, it has become a second home.
Rapsel Gi, soon to be our friend and guide for the length of our journey, greeted us at the airport, and any fears of inadequacy instantly flew out the window as he gifted us in the traditional Tibetan way, with blessings in the shape of white sashes around our shoulders. The drive to Dharamshala made us grateful for the blessing. I have never feared more for my life than driving on an Indian Highway bordered by miles of cliffs.
We arrived to McLeod, where the LHA residence and soup kitchen is located, with a slight delay and, sadly, we could not meet our one-to-one counterparts or introduce ourselves to the heads of our chosen volunteering projects. However, that first night and susequent weekend, we did spend naturalising ouserves with the town’s enviroment and locals. We soon established favourite coffee shops and aquainted ourselves well with the nooks and crannys of McLeod.
The residence itsslf was as accomodatingly spartan as it was homely. Family run and active throughout the whole year, volunteers come and go, leaving behind books for others and pieces of themselves; postcards and ear-dogged pages.