Sunday, October 11, 2015

Landour is languorous and lovely



 After my exams got over we went to  Landour , a small place near  Mussorie, on a one day trip.
Landour is higher in altitude than to Mussorie. The road to that place is steep, but it is tree-lined in some stretches that makes it enjoyable . At a roadside plaque I read that “If Mussorie is the queen of the hills so Landour must be the fairer Princess” I totally agree with the statement.

We had booked at ITM Guest House in Landour which is situated near “Landour Language School.”a  famous British era building. The other landmark is CharDukan   means four shops. Earlier there were four shops, but at the moment I counted that there are five shops. I think we should now call the place Pancch Dukan

In front of Landour Language School

 At Devdar Woods Hotel, in front of the 150 year old deodar tree


Outside the ITM Office there was an unused fighter plane, kept as a model. I possessed for photographs in front of it. This property belongs to the army.



That night, we went to Deodar Woods, which is an old British era structure now converted in a hotel. This place with a high ceiling, sloping roof and fireplace has an interesting ambience. In front, is an 150 year old deodar tree from   where the hotel derives it‘s name.

The hotel is famous for its pizzas and we had them to our hearts content . While we were in the middle of our dinner suddenly it began to rain. We waited for a while for the rain to stop but when it didn’t we set for our guest house with umbrellas. It was an gripping journey- a pitch dark rainy night and three of us moving through the wooded road holding our heart in our hands. I was waiting for a leopard to come out of the jungle and say "Hello" to us, but nothing of that happened. 

Next morning, we went to Sister’s Bazar- the smallest bazaar I have ever seen. There are lesser number of shops that the number of fingers on my hand. We met the owner of the only provision store- Anil Uncle. He is also owner of Devdar Woods hotel and he invited us to his house for tea and told us a lot of stories. 

Now it was time to return home. After a yummy and wonderful lunch at Kalsang Restaurant at Mussorie, we drove back and was soon home.

How I wish I have a holiday like this every weekend.




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