Mussoorie is a Raj-era hill station (where the British and well-to-do vacationed in the hot summers), which sprawls along a ridge in the foothills of the Himalayas. Start at the Mussoorie Bazaar, which is full of craft, clothing and gift shops and restaurants which cater to the honeymooning Indians. The bazaar has almost a carnival atmosphere.

From here you wind your way up through the beautiful but crumbling Victorian architecture of Landour Bazaar. The small shops here are home to, among others, several silver smiths and many tailors. You pass clusters of old men sitting on collapsing porches playing cards. Horns blare as cars, motorcycles, scooters and pedestrians make their way up and down the narrow lane.
From the top of Landour Bazaar it is another ~2km steep climb up to the Landour Language School and my hotel. My hotel, Devdar woods is named after the towering pines (devdars) which cover the mountain. The building itself is a converted house, and has a homey feeling.
The people of Landour and Mussoorie are amazingly friendly and welcoming. As I have said, I think I will float away on a river of chai, as anybody will take any opportunity to invite you to sit and have chai.