Crow’s Nest.

8 March 2015

Look up. Look way up, to the "Crow's Nest"

Look up. Look way up, to the “Crow’s Nest”

As the mist rises to meet dusk from the valley 2000 metres below, we’re sitting in “The Crow’s Nest”, as I’ve dubbed our room in the Dekeling Hotel. Although I doubt any crow would be panting as much as I am when I finally sink into the comfortable wicker chair of our hotel room. No, I’m not unfit … the air is thin in the Himalayas. Well, that’s my excuse; not the biriyanis, tandoori chicken or Kingfisher beer my stomach is lugging up the 103 steps to our crow’s nest perch over Darjeeling township.

This morning’s start was too early and way too cold. 4.30am is not my idea of a holiday starting time. It was one of those “get up before sunrise, drive 30 minutes in the dark, hike through the mist and marvel at the sunrise” experiences. I’ve done these tourist traps before, and 50% of the time you wish you were still in bed when the sun actually fails to rise due to cloud, rain or both. And at 1C, I was realising that my jeans, t-shirt, jacket and baseball cap were clearly not enough; I wanted to jump right back under my hotel’s sheet, doona, polarfleece blanket and wool bedcover. 

Tiger Hill Moonset

Well, it was worth it. This was demonstrated by the applause of approximately a few thousand Indian tourists who had also broken their sleep. How often does a sunrise get a standing ovation? Perhaps it was the sun reflecting off the Himalayas that did it. 

Okay, it might not sound interesting, but picture the mist clearing as the sun suddenly warms the air. Initially, the big red ball of the sun above the clouds, then the reflections off the snow-capped peaks of the Himalayas.

Tiger Hill Sunrise

The world’s highest mountains miraculously revealed as the sun warms daybreak.  The snowy peaks of the Himalayas suddenly pink in hue.  It was a only a vista for a minute, before the cold of the morning took hold and the Himalayas were once again engulfed in cloud.

Himalayan Panorama

We haven’t explored our mountain locale only by foot. Yesterday we took the DHR (Darjeeling Himalayan Railway) – a steam train named “Mountaineer” that toured us around the edge of the mountains to an adjacent hilltop town called Ghum. A bit of a touristy thing to do, but the ‘technical’ delay of one hour whet my appetite. The engine was a doppelgänger for Thomas The Tank Engine, right down to Thomas’ blue  and polished brass. The resemblance stops there.  Our Fat Controller was not top hat and tails, more stained, with a fag hanging from his mouth, and an ability to expel quite a lot of phlegm. 

All aboard the Darjeeling Himalayan Railway "Toy Train"

All aboard the Darjeeling Himalayan Railway “Toy Train”

Oh, we did the Zoo as well. Apparently the best Zoo in India, according to Trip Advisor. It was good. Tigers, snow leopards and red pandas (high in the cute stakes!).

Apparently Red Pandas spend a lot of time sleeping...

Apparently Red Pandas spend a lot of time sleeping…

The Zoo also featured The Himalayan Mountaineering Institute. Darjeeling is the home of Tenzing Norgay. Remember him? He was the Sherpa who was first to climb Mount Everest. He resided in Darjeeling and in fact, this is where that history-making climb began.

Tenzing Norgay

As is fitting, Sir Edmund Hillary is supporting cast in this town. Barely cracks a mention in the exhibits. But then, who do you think did most of the hard yards: the Sherpa, or the Sir?

About Freoroamers

Richard has worked in hospitality and travel for almost three decades and has been a regular traveller since childhood. He now travels for both work and pleasure, and is a Senior Contributor to Trip Advisor and other digital media travel platforms.
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3 Responses to Crow’s Nest.

  1. Looks like you’re having a wonderful time Ricardo. Keep up the posts!! Vxx

    • Noreen brewer says:

      Greeting s from North Bay. Just love reading your blogs. So glad Issy sent me one and am tapping in to the rest. Just having a chuckle over this one too. Reminds us of our trip to Egypt, Israel and Jordan and our trip up Mt. Sinai. We were up at 1am and walked to the place to catch a bus to the base of Mt. Sinai. Had guides there to take us to our camels to ride up the mt. They didn’t pick the right size of sadle for Ross, just a BIT too small and all I could hear from him was ohh, awhhh, oweeee. Needless to say he had some rawness and sores! We did the ride up in the dark which was a good thing because when we saw how the drop off was on the other side it was just a bit scarey. It was the same scenario, cold and really windy, took a long time riding up on these camels and then walked the last 200 meters or so straight up to the top to see the sunrise. Then a guide took a few of us down the back path through the rocks and steep area which was awesome scenery. Thankyou for taking us on travels to areas we will never get to Richard. Hugs, Noreen

      • Freoroamers says:

        So lovely to hear the evocative description of your (similar!) travel experiences. We loved our visit to Jordan; still one of the most surprising places we’ve visited. M can SO identify with Ross and his camel-butt experience; same happened when we were in Pushka (India) 3 years ago! Glad we are bringing some travel joy to others with our stories. Richard & Mike x

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