Christmastiiime

What a lovely Christmas we all had up in Daramshala, the corner of India. We sat under a Himalaya, drank mulled wine, made by Helen and me using ingredients bought from the market, and opened our lovely gifts from one another under the Christmas tree we craftily assembled. Hooray.
In the morning we visited a quirky little chapel. In pretty bad condition, which it didn't deseve because it was really pretty from the outside. But it answered the question I had been asked two days before for local tv about how I would be celebrating Christmas. I basically told them I didn't know. I said it would be interesting in a Hindu country. But there we were, we ended up in a chapel. Christmas came to us. Hooray.

Daramshala, like I said is tucked away in the corner pocket of India snuggling into the snowy mountain behind it. A trek took us up to a plateau where we could see the snowline. (We made it up in 2 1/2 hours, which by the way is awesome.) Eagles fly around in the thermals where your head is and monks just generally chill out. A bit like us really.