Breakfast,bureaucracy and a beautiful city.
The journey to Gangtok was long but not for a second felt tiring. Up to the development area, Nettle and fern was full so had to settle with the BlueBell, which we thought, was two-storey but actually is six-storied .We had sort of a re-union at this cosy little place downhill, met Mahesh abruptly and drowned my tiredness in a peg of Old Monk. Not to mention I slept like a baby.
Breakfast, Oh Breakfast!! Probably had the best breakfast in a long time at the Nettle n Fern. Amazing place with an amazing view. It is one of those places which grow into you. Place like these really tests the elasticity of your happiness.
A ride down to the forest department, needed to get the paperwork in place.
In Place!!! Wait what was I thinking. In Bengali we have an expression "michrir chhuri" which literally translates to "knife
made out of sugar". Permit not given as of now,doors to be knocked, pressure to be meted.
As we consoled ourselves over Chilli Pork and 'Dans'berg beer at HotLix, we discussed about the city and ferrel dogs. Did
you know when domesticated pets become wild they really screw up the actual wildlife?
It is raining and I'm off for a reassuring cup of coffee to Rachna's- a small bookshop uphill. There's something about the people here.