We shopped for some essential snow jackets and woolens at Gangtok that evening, and I with all vigor was ready to leave the next day. We drove through the Tsongmo Lake, and I experienced my second snow! We played in the snow, made snow angels, and admired the frozen lake in the month of April and savored maggi and momos. The journey after this was out of a postcard. Mountains of snow, and your car cutting through the sharp hair-pin turns, cluster of houses and army camps, smiling faces and the warmest people.
We were two girls travelling alone, with no network and no mobile connectivity, yet we always felt at home and welcome. Zuluk is a small village on the silk route, and it takes 32 sharp hair-pin turns to reach there. But that little village is the best place to find your calm. It is home to a few homestay’s where the host’s make you feel a part of their family. Their friends and family came that evening, and we had conversations of everything under the sun. From the grandmother to the kids, I never felt so satisfied sharing my stories and hearing theirs. We spent two days there, and got back to gangtok with stories and smiles.
The next day we were at leisure at Gangtok. In gangtok one must try the bakery food at baker’s café, and fried momos. Every little café and restaurant at MG market has scrumptious food. It is the little impromptu adventures that shape your travel and makes you come face to what you are, and what you want.
somewhere about 13,000 ft above sea level