Washing area

Bus station, Dharamsala.

Arrived after another long bus journey, nine km from mcleod ganj where another cheap room found. But no music allowed:-(

Rules to be broken....

It's an odd wee place. I have no idea what I expected but something different to what I find beautiful, crowded, expensive: po faced at first glance. Monks wandering with serious faces, few smiles. I think of a painting, I think, the vinegar drinkers.

But good coffee is possible with free wifi. Maybe a few days of small walks and catching up on things...

And last night was caught, unaware, by the full moon rising across the shin of the himalayan foothills, casting it's light upon the town below.