After Kaziranga, we literally headed up to Sikkim, the state that boasts breathtaking views of the world’s third tallest mountain Kangchenjunga, and Darjeeling, the famed hill station and home to tea plantations framed by the distant Himalayas. The views are the main attractions.
Unfortunately, we only got lucky enough to survive the harrowing jeep treks up the steepest and most potholed roads we’d ever seen to reach Sikkim and Darjeeling. Our luck ran out when it came to the views. The vistas were entirely clouded by fog the entire time we spent at high altitude; we didn’t see a single peak. #adventurefail. However! It’s the journey, not the destination, and we made the most of our time at the top of the world.
In Sikkim, we trekked through mountain villages, perched on cliffs, where incredible flowers bloomed in pots and people were wonderfully kind. We met a woman along the way who casually knitted as she climbed up (what felt to me like) at 45 degree slope. We ate lunch at the home of a local family, and we ate leafy greens, which looked like cactus that had mated with spinach. We watched a cultural dance recital, performed by local girls. (Check out our roommate Reena’s post about the star of the show, the runner up in Sikkim Idol. Yes, it’s what you think.)
Houses in the hills
knitting while walking straight up, seems reasonable
perfect climate for flowers, though not for mountains
shy mountain man
We hired a jeep to take us to from Sikkim to Darjeeling. The driver asked us whether we wanted to take the long route, which we had taken to get to Sikkim and was the most absurd road I had been on (up to that point), or the shortcut, which he said was “steep.” We opted for short. It’s a miracle we made it, particularly since a group of eight random guys decided to hitch a ride by climbing on the roof, making an already top-heavy vehicle top heavier for twenty miles.
don't worry about that jeep that ran off the road and could have tumbled off the precipice into the abyss!
they didn't really ask our permission to climb aboard...
...but they were friendly passengers.
In Darjeeling, we visited the Happy Valley Tea Plantation where we took a brief tour and then stopped by the shop, started by a few women who had previously worked picking tea for over forty years apiece. We were treated to a demonstration of how to steep the tea (only 5 seconds!), a test of our ability to determine tea grades (we aced it), and cups of the most delicious “super fine tippy golden flowery orange picko one” (basically an acronym SFTGFOP1, which you have to say in a sing-song voice, for the highest grade) tea I have ever tasted.
we scored 100% on our tea grading test. good work team.
a very steep tea plantation and the town in the background
There is a community of Tibetan refugees living in Darjeeling, and we stopped by their center where craft is the primary source of income. I was obviously in heaven, and Jen and Jeni bought a beautiful custom designed rug that is being woven just for them.
spinning wool yarn for the rugs
making a spinning wheel
Woman at the loom
After a slightly less intense jeep ride down the mountains and a misadventure involving a canceled flight, we finally boarded a plane back to Delhi. Only from the air did we finally get that view we’d be waiting for: the entire Himalayan range, clear as day against the blue sky.
a photo of a photo of the view we could have seen from Darjeeling