All right. Now it’s time that I write a good detailed post for Dalhousie. Just like the good, old times, when all my expressions were words. Sans photos (there are photos too). Though I’ve given you many a sneak peek into this quaint hill town of Himachal Pradesh, it’s time to help you plan a journey. Apart from the previously shared anecdotes.
First, the best way to reach Dalhousie. I suggest you to take a taxi from Pathankot, though buses going to Chamba also cross Dalhousie. Once you reach Pathankot, you’ll find many taxi operators, in case you haven’t booked one. If going solo, you can even ask for a motorbike. Take my word when I say that the road from Pathankot to Dalhousie is a journey in itself. A beautiful one at that. Pines start dotting the way as soon as you start, bringing that rare, home away from home feeling.
Sudden bursts of yellow and red wild flowers will make for good breaks amidst the seemingly unending greens (of trees) and browns (of hills). As you drive off and away from Pathankot, and meet those beautiful, always wearing a grin folks of hills, here’s an insight. Dalhousie is some 2 hours away from Pathankot, and you’ll be ravenously hungry before you reach there.
So take a stop at the little food joint that sits on the right side of the road towards Dalhousie. I would’ve given you the name if the board with its name wasn’t all weathered by the weather (grinning). Dig into some hot aloo parathas, white butter and curd. End it with a glass of chai. Made desi style.
Now back to the steering wheels, one of the most beautiful parts of this journey starts. Take as many breaks as you like, click as many photos as you can, for there are umpteen number of ‘view points’ that these hills of Himachal are so known for.
Funnily, DPS Dalhousie, a boarding school, is one of the famous landmarks that signals your entry in the town. Before you hit the city square. I write ‘square’ because this is what Dalhousie has. Sticking true to this word’s European definition.
This place is one of those old world places, where you’ll have nothing much to do. That, if you consider ‘shopping’, bumping into some rapidly swelling groups of tourists. It’s more a place for a lazy soul like mine. People, who can sit by the side of a pine for hours, looking in what might seem like a void to others, dreaming, sleeping.
But then, I’m not as lazy as you might infer from that. For here we have pine trails. And that’s cue enough. Thus, throw in the luggage in the hotel room, and sport your sports shoes. Take a cab from Gandhi Chowk, and ask the driver to drop you at the foot of the old Kali Temple trail, after crossing Kalatope Wildlife Sanctuary.
To accompany me on this trek and beyond, come back in day or two… I haven’t finished yet.