I check in the Elgin Hotel for my birthday, basically it was one of this – ah fuck it, I don’t want anymore – decisions. But now I really love this place. The hotel must be around for ages, everything looks like in the good old times when the British were still here. Even the valets have funky uniforms.
Plus the people here are different. I’m meeting the elite if India celebrating Christmas (despite not there religion) and a couple of Westerners who also said, what the heck, I can afford it once. There is a couple of American social workers here, who run a school in Indonesia. Or a Briitsh women working in Calcutta, who I meet during tea time. And there is the lovely Miss Veronica Beach (she has a sister named Sandy) who is teaching children here for a year (which I think is pretty impressive).
Darjeeling itself is like this small mountain town with streets always going up and down but never horizontal. It’s fucking cold. But when I look outside the window I can see Mt. Everest. The view is just astounishing.
but don’t try to watch a dvd like MIB2 there 😉