I made some new friends at a lovely park in Mirik. They showed me their day’s catch from the creek (reminded me of when we were kids – I guess playing in a creek and catching “critters” is a universal kid thing) and taught me how to play a game with moss stamen: you do a sort of sword fight with them, and whoever loses the top of the stamen first loses the fight. It was fun, and I actually won a few rounds. India has some beautiful green places!
When one grows weary of the hussle and bussle of India that is in the capital region around Delhi, there’s a more easy pace of life to be found in the northern Indian hills of the lower Himalayas. Mirik, Darjeeling, and Gangtok are highly recommended! Here I learned the secrets of finding the right tea leaves and turning them into that magical brew that the British love so much. That basket was heavy! It’s a good thing that I had my early training in a tobacco field. Sorry I can’t take you inside the factory – their process is secret, so they wouldn’t allow photos.