Hot Springs and Hyper Monkeys
Note: This is part one of a series that highlights my time in India. I travelled there solo in the summer of 2010. Things have changed a lot, as have I, but here we go…
I’ve been at Menri Monastery for several weeks now, and it turns out the serene life is not for me. I need to do something. Anything. I have just polished off books four, five and six of Harry Potter. Any more and I will be running around by broomstick.
I need to go.
Enter Shimla, and Tattapani. Shimla, a hillside town known for its quaint British ways, is somewhere up on the map. I am leaving for Shimla at 10 (or 11. The bus never really comes at a certain time) tomorrow.
“It has monkeys. Very big, large monkeys,” warned a Russian model who is visiting Menri when I told her of my plans.
I have been advised to carry a stick and treats. I knew I should have gotten that rabies shot.
After Shimla, I’m off to Tattapani, a city known for its hot springs. ((Writer’s note: reading back through these, I can say the hot springs were a total waste of time and effort. There was a long bus ride followed by a lack of natural springs. I found a bath in a small hotel, but it definitely wasn’t worth the hefty journey. Things might be different now.))
I’m not quite sure how I’m going to get to these places… not quite sure where I’ll stay, or what I’ll do when I get there. I just know I’m going.