We stayed at Ramgarh Bungalows, which had a one time been used for British soldiers in the late 1800s, early 1900s. So, the buildings were old, but incredibly charming. My roomie, Meaghan and I stayed in what was called "Fuchsia." Needless to say, the room was very... pink. The view from our front door looked a little something like this:
Pictures, of course, do no justice.
The first day we took a tour of the orchards. Our guide informed us that the locals harvest three months out of the year, and make enough to live off of for the rest of the year. Their main fruits are peaches and plums. But nothing was ripe while we were there, which was terribly disappointing; however, we got to experience every possible jam and jelly ever to be made in the world with our breakfast—I’m being serious, too…there was rhodendran jelly, yes, rhodendran.
The next morning we got up early and hiked up onto a very tall mountain, and though the mountain hike was beautiful and all, what we found at the top of it was even more beautiful—Baba, a 72 year-old yogi who made us tea and taught us pranayama breathing. He lives on the mountain, having hand built everything up there: his house, the temples, the stairs (which I greatly appreciated), etc, and he only comes down twice a year. Also, he’s been doing yoga since he was six. Six.
And, by the by, he gives insanely good hugs…
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