The end of our Himalayan Trek took us to the mountain town of Rimbick, India, where we had to stop at one more passport check point so they could make sure we didn’t sneak into Nepal. Mike and Brad took care of the important passport stuff while I ran down the block to grab some tasty momo’s for the four hour share-jeep ride that would take us back to Darjeeling. When the boys arrived at the momo shop they not only had the passports but they also had the passport security worker, Sisir, by their side. He was going the same way and needed to catch the same jeep as us, so the four of us, plus our guide James, walked to where we would catch the jeep. We had only been in India a week but had already learned that anything called a share-jeep was not going to be a comfortable ride and like expected, Mike, Brad, Sisir, and I all squished into a makeshift seat that was in the trunk, while our guide James hopped on the top, THE TOP of the jeep!
Two hours into the ride Sisir had convinced us to abandon our Darjeeling plans and come to stay at his house with his family in Kalimpong, after all they were having a party to celebrate his Uncle’s 50th birthday.
We stayed two nights at this lovely little home surrounded by lush green jungle. The running water was outside from the hose, the toilet was a squatty in the garden, the cutlery was non-existent, the food was to die for, and I think they would have let us stay forever. It was perfect. We danced the night away with this family of Christians, Hindus, Muslims and one superhero (pictured below, he never did tell me his real name the whole time, only that he was an indian superhero god.)
It’s when you say yes to last-minute invitations, unplanned destinations, and unfamiliar places that the richest experiences sneak up on you. Thank you India family, we will never forget your generosity…and your food!