*This is something I started writing in a journal during my trip to McLeodGanj after my computer got broken. I’m still doing it because my computer is still broken and I’m not planning to fix it anytime soon. I’m just living in Indian time now.*
Day 1. I’m in a hotel in McLeodGanj and I feel really calm. All the stress related to the trip back home has been vanishing these past few days. I feel happy for having a good travel companion during this last trip in India. Even though the destinations weren’t on top of my list (because I wanted to go to Mumbai), I still feel this as a nice and intimate trip. I’m with a Niki, a German girl, traveling around two cities of the Himachal Pradesh state: Shimla and Dharamshala. I have realized that by the end of this adventure, at the end of my entire time in India, I will be a completely new person, and how extremely different I am and feel now. The first day around McLeodganj we went for a Momo (dumplings) cooking lesson.
Day 2. After waking up at 6:15 am, we went to a teaching given by the Dalai Lama itself. The “live translation” was quite awful so, unfortunately, the speech of the Tibetan leader wasn’t that clear to me. However, the highlight of the experience (and this trip) was something else that happened during the teaching. Many of the people that come to these events are used to bring edibles and money as offerings. Since this particular teaching was quite popular and attended by many, there were piles of food at the temple.The Tibetan monks started giving away the edibles to the people in the crowd. They were giving away crackers, potato chips, and cookies to the assistants in the front row, and then they ask these persons to took whatever they wanted to eat and hand the rest to the people right behind them. At the beginning it was peaceful, but after a while, things got out of control. Suddenly, there was a wave of food coming our way, since people were practically throwing the food to the back rows. You could easily get hit in the face by a bag of lays ( I could have ever imagined of having a thought relating “Cloudy with a chance of meatballs” with McLeodganj). At one point, a monk threw a box full of chips to the assistants when he got tired of handing a bag to each person. He was laughing hysterically when it almost hit someone on the face (nobody got hurt, everyone was having the time of their lives).
Day 3. The town is really crowded today because tomorrow is Holi and we really want to escape by this point. The pleasure of having the streets of McLeodganj just for ourselves and the calm atmosphere was gone the minute the tourists came to invade the buildings to spend the long weekend. I have three and a half days left in this country and I have no idea how to feel: sad? Scared? Thrilled? No clue. I just ask myself: what is there for me back in Colombia? There are moments where I just find myself thinking how the next chapter of my life is going to be, and I realize maybe I don’t want to take a flight back home, maybe I just want to travel back in time and live again my Indian experience. All over again. After a nice lunch, we headed back to Dharamshala, to take a train back to Delhi.