There is a local celebrity. Mr. Ruskin Bond, the author of some 70 odd books. I picked up one of his books about life in Landour. Having read it, I wanted to meet him. One day last week, I was scooting down the hill, and passed him on the road. I skidded to a halt, and called to him. He invited me to tea the next day at 5 PM.
Category: Mussoorie
Mussoorie Farewell
I am preparing to leave my mountain home. I am nervous to leave. It has been so comfortable and stable — didn’t I come to India for adventure and discovery? I am excited to go and see more of India, but I will miss the life I have had here. I sold my scooter yesterday, which made me sad.
This morning I have come down to town to say my Good-byes. As I walked down to town, I started to think of all the things I have not done here. It’s funny that when you spend an extended period of time somewhere, you always think, “oh, I’ll have time to do that later.” Suddenly your stay is over and you have not done half of what you intended.
I have a safe place to land in Delhi, my next station. I am staying at the house of a friend, Mark. I am staying 4 days in Delhi, in which time I hope to go to a concert, see a movie and hopefully go to an Indian wedding. Wish me luck!