The Last Day

Just when we thought we would have a quiet last day in the mountains, a marriage ceremony was taking place just below our guesthouse.


Being a small and compact town, and Indian weddings such a big affair, we were anxious to see how this would take place.  The groom and his procession were led by horns and drums with a colorful array of dancing young men and women down the narrow lanes.


A langar was set up with huge brass cauldrons serving food throughout the day to the 200 odd guests – and many other gate-crashers like ourselves.



On another empty terrace, the marriage puja took place under a canopy complete with heart shaped balloons.




We enjoyed watching the music and dancing continue until we noticed threatening storm clouds blowing off the mountains.Retreating back to our guesthouse, just before the rain set in. All afternoon we waited for a break, noticing condensation on the windows as the room got colder.  By late afternoon the rain finally stopped and we went out on the balcony to see the mountain tops covered by fresh snow.



Even though the temperature was around 35F, and no heat in our room or restaurant, this was forgotten as we watched the clouds lifting off the mountain side.