Wednesday, October 31, 2012

An improbable place

Much of the time in Landaur I kept thinking that it was such an improbable place.  It seems even more Brigadoon-like now that I left the place a week ago and am back in the U.S.

Where else will you find a thriving community around 7000 feet in elevation, with a view to the higher peaks of 20,000+ feet, and a view to the Doon to the south.


Where else are houses, stores, and hotels built on steep hillsides - some of which are only accessible by footpath. And where else are there such improbable roads for motor vehicles (that little line running across the hillside in the 3d picture below is the road we took coming back from the Aglar valley to Mussoorie).




Where else are so many boarding schools? Among the older schools are, of course, Woodstock, but also Oak Grove, Wyneberg-Allen, St. George's, Waverly Convent, two Tibetan schools, Guru Nanak Academy, Mussoorie Modern, and many, many others.

Where else (except another Indian hill station) is a place infused with a memory of the Raj and of the now much dispersed Anglo-Indian population: settings and lives so gently described by the author Ruskin Bond.

Where else in India are churches still such prominent landmarks, but likely now outnumbered by mosques, temples, and gurdwaras.




Where else do dahlias and geraniums grow wild ... where you can look straight across into a tree and see a scarlet minivet or look up at the underside of an Himalayan griffon with its 10-foot wingspan ...






Where else do you find a place that captures so many hearts .... but I am getting nostalgic so shall stop!