Musoorie

Well, I'm on the road now, living away from Puruwala. For the moment I'm sort of based in Toral's house in Dehradun, but going away to surrounding places every day.

This weekend I went to Musoorie with two of the Dehradun girls. Musoorie is a town way up high on a cloud, like I thought heaven would be when I was a child. It had horse rides and a ferris wheel, like I thought heaven would be when I was a child.

This was the first time I'd ever ridden a horse, which I found rather funny, since i was riding it round an Indian town. There was an Indian man following each horse but we could have easily stolen them and ridden them down the hill to save us the pain of taking a bus.

The ferris wheel was man powered. There was a man who stood in the middle and powered the ferris wheel like a hampster.

There is a cable car ride to the top point of the town- "Gun Hill" Unfortuanately it was far too misty to see much of a view, so instead, I went into a photo booth, dressed up as a Moghul prince and knighted an Indian man.

Musoorie is what they call a "hill station" in that it is just a town perched on the very top of a hill. Although the views were not to be seen today, it was really nice to feel cool again with the altitude. There was just a touch of Britain about it, with the ferris wheel and the horse rides, but only a touch and no more. There were also a whole load of Indians on holiday. When Indians are on holiday their favourite thing to do is take photos of Westerners, so me and the girls must have wasted hours posing for photos for Indian holiday makers, sometimes with the men getting a little too close, and sometimes holding their babies.