I have been wanting to post this for decades, here's pt. II of our trip to India.

After spending a week in Delhi, we packed up mini-me and our stuff and travelled up North with our dear friend Rosie. After a daytrip by car on a busy and neverending country road and some headspinning curves up into the outskirts of the himalayas, we arrived in the mountain town of Mussoorie and stayed for a few days, which was picturesque - but loud, busy and a whole lot more touristy (at least for Indians, not Westeners) than we had expected. The highlights of the town (like a vintage cable car and the flanery mall) were under construction and therefore pretty much out of order. Besides "shopping" and some hiking, there was actually not much to do and the relaxation wouldn't come, so we decided to move on and went a bit further up the hills into a more quiet area, did a homestay and really loved it up there, walking in the woods, observing wild monkeys and eating really, really good food. Unfortunately time was flying, so soon enough it was time to pack again and say good-bye.

After a short car ride into the next main town, we boarded a 1960's night train back to Delhi. Our luggage was carried by an old Indian guy who put all of our suitcases and bags (three people AND a baby!) on his head all at once and only wanted a few pennys for that. But that's yet another story to be told.


























All photos: Carolin Weinkopf