A Drummer, Shiva Temple, Baijnath
Self dredged up the courage to ring the bell, too (though she couldn't ask anyone to take her picture while doing it)
Odyssey continues. Drove through many small towns. Passed Rajiv Gandhi Ayuverdic Medical College. Passed Palampur. Passed roadside carts selling Tibetan food. Passed sign saying SPERM STATION in big, white block letters.
Learned that himachal stands for snow, and pradesh for a place. The province she is in – Himachal Pradesh – means “Place of Snow.”
Somewhere around here is a masseuse and an acupuncturist. At first possible opportunity, must locate.
Heard again the magical word “Manali” — the name of a four-star resort somewhere in India, but not reachable by self at her present location.
Mind keeps returning to the Snow Crest Inn and the two stoic brothers. Remembered there occurred an electricity outage during her first night in Dharamsala, and remembered thinking she was about to freeze to death. Was just about to remove her contacs when it happened. Crawled into bed. Shivered. Was saved. The heater was again operational. Minutes after salvation, heard knocks at her door and an urgent male voice inquiring: “Madame, are you all right?” Remembered yelling through the door: “I’m freeeezing!”
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
