Summer heat drives the plainsmen high into the mountains but like herds of sheep they all run to Mussoorie, Nainital, Shimla. Its only the really wise men who move to places like Dalhousie.
Dalhousie, a colonial station tucked away, far from the madding crowd. A place I will always remember and miss. It was where I met the person who made Dalhousie the magical place it is and was always meant to be.
However Dalhousie is a place you go to when life takes you the brink of breaking. Walking up and down through the town is a pleasure. Visit the Sacred Heart Convent where you find a warm welcome from the Nuns.
The more adventurous can take a hike to Khajjiyar. The floating islands are all they promise. A magical journey on a flying carpet. Every little boys fantasy come true. It is easy to imagine the days gone by when young englishmen would have been vying to attract the attention of the young lady they fancied.
The town has a mystical charm all its own and remains my favourite holiday destination.
Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.