Wow! Darjeeling is absolutely nothing like what I expected. The 3-hour taxi ride from New Jalpaiguri station is a nail-biting white-knuckle ride along a series of switchback to 2,050m above sea level. And although Darjeeling’s hotels have aristocratic English names, like the Windamere, this high-altitude town is much more Chinese and Nepalese than English, or even Indian.
Sitting back in a hotel room, replete with room service, we made the most of our couple of off-train days in relative luxury. It also gave me time to articulate my thoughts on travelling with big DSLR cameras.
This is the first night we’re spending off a train since the start of the GCIRC. And once we leave the Darjeeling, we’ll spend every night aboard trains until the end. That means we’re all making the most of our time on terra firma and counteracting the brisk air with hot cups of Darjeeling tea.
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