Two twelve year old girls once dreamed of being independent enough to travel out of the city where they grew up. So now that T and I are adults with an opportunity, we decide to go on our own little adventure, forming memories of a lifetime.
External factors slightly waver the faith we have in ourselves. We are too determined to pursue this journey though. So on a hot summer Delhi evening, we begin our journey to the cold Triund ridge.
The bus drops us off at Dharamsala. We embrace the nippy morning, and walk along the road, hoping to find something interesting. We come across a small park with a Gandhi statue and dogs loitering around. The latter definitely makes us want to make a stop. We take an auto then and go to Mcleodganj.