All too soon, it was time to head back for home shores. This was (and I’m embarrassed to admit) the longest holiday I’ve ever had in 16 years of working. That it was possible for a life to change in 15 days, was not in the realm of possibilities for me. I experienced and learnt…
Tag: Shillong
Season in the lemony wintry sun
Our penultimate day in Shillong was spent walking, sunning, inhaling the fresh mountainous air, drinking soulwarming beverages, and appreciating the company of good people. Now, that’s a great way to send off a holiday. Reena woke up all excited to take us to all the places she enjoyed the day before. So, as she and…
Doggies and markets galore
Arriving in the dark, to the biting cold of Shillong was a – well – chilling experience. Our new friend in high places, Mrs. Phanboh of Sa-I-Mika invited us to stay at her resort/ guest house/ cottage in Shillong town. It’s called Ken & Twill Cottage (named after her parents) So, we booked it, and…
Rivendell
We slept like logs, after our long climbing adventure. The next step in our journey was to head to a river, and camp on the riverside and enjoy some water sports. The place to do this was Pioneer Adventure Tour, run by friends of Reena’s friend from Shillong. After bidding adieu to the adorable Pyriam…
Living roots bridges
The plan for today was to go to the Living Roots Bridge. The guys in the know made some noise about us passing really close to another spot we were scheduled to visit later during our trip. I didn’t listen to much of it, because I was worried about me making it down the few…
To the market we go
Morning dawned with dew and pearly-sunshine at Sa-I-Mika Park. Sa-I-Mika Park? What’s with the name? It’s not a Shillong thing, in case you were wondering. In the grand tradition of naming your business after your children… Liji Electricals (Lissy and Jijo, see?), PooMa (pooja and Manjushri, maybe) Mining etc. (not real companies, so don’t Google…
Sighting the abode of the clouds
5 people, 5 large backpacks, 5-ish small-ish backpacks and 2 cardboard boxed cycles left Cooke Town one early December morning. Long lines at 6am. Check. Dumb airport jokes (“What’s the worst things to say at the airport?” delivered at loud volumes). Check. Food falling into bag, leading to evacuation of contents. Check. Blow drying said…
There and back again 