My time of intensive language study in Mussourie is now finished. For three months I’ve enjoyed the cool air and tree-covered hillsides of this wonderful little town, all the while knowing that this protected little aerie is quite different from the India that most people experience. On clear days, looking down into the Doon Valley and the scrum that is Dehradun, I could almost hear and smell the ruckus of humanity down in the plains. Well it’s now time to join the ruckus! I’m headed to Delhi to meet up with my NGO, but first a visit to one of India’s premier conservation areas, Corbett National Park and Tiger Reserve. And then, a quick visit to Nepal. And then, dear reader, I will actually commence my research.
Back alley cow-like beast.
This clear line across the sky is called the winterline – apparently Mussourie and a few places in Switzerland are the only places in the world where you can see it. Visible only in the fall, it comes about through the combination of an evening temperature inversion and dust in the atmosphere.
Our local view of the Himalayan foothills.
A chilly breakfast of veg. omelet and chai before class with R. at Anil’s Café.
The man who cooked for us and his family.
The competent teachers of the Landour Language School.
Back alley cow-like beast.
This clear line across the sky is called the winterline – apparently Mussourie and a few places in Switzerland are the only places in the world where you can see it. Visible only in the fall, it comes about through the combination of an evening temperature inversion and dust in the atmosphere.
Our local view of the Himalayan foothills.
A chilly breakfast of veg. omelet and chai before class with R. at Anil’s Café.
The man who cooked for us and his family.
The competent teachers of the Landour Language School.
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