Tuesday morning was our last morning at Glenburn Tea Estate in Darjeeling. We had intended on waking up around 7 or 8 since we didn’t need to be back in Bagdogra for our flight to Mumbai until later in the day, but instead we got another 5 o’clock wake-up call. (Late bedtimes and early mornings were becoming such a regular thing on this trip that I hardly even noticed them anymore!)
On this particular morning, my dad had a pretty good reason for waking us up so early, though. It hadn’t rained during the night and even more of the fog we’d been surrounded by for days had moved out. We could finally see Mount Kangchenjunga and the huge mountain range surrounding it!
Mount Kangchenjunga is the third highest mountain in the world. It sits on the edge of India on the Nepal border, quite a distance from where we were. This was one of the many times on our trip that I really wished I’d brought my DSLR with me. I had a lot of trouble capturing a shot of Mount Kangchenjunga that would do it justice. You’ll have to trust me on this – it was much more beautiful in person. Especially with the sun rising on it.
The mountains weren’t the only beautiful sight we woke up to this morning. The villages dotting the sides of the hills around us also seemed to be glowing in the sunrise. This was our first time getting to see them since they’d been covered in fog the past five days. It really couldn’t have been better timing for the rain to stop. I think we all appreciated the view even more after living in a cloud for so long!
After sunrise, we had our last breakfast at Glenburn before making the three-hour trip back to Bagdogra. (Down the mountain this time – yay!) It felt a little bit less scary going down than it did five days ago when we were going up the mountain at what felt like a 90-degree angle.
When we arrived in Bagdogra, we caught a flight to Calcutta, and then one to Mumbai. I never thought arriving in Mumbai would feel like coming home, but it did. After 13 days, 8 planes, one train, a tour bus and at least 7 cities, reaching Mumbai was like a glimmer of hope. I was almost home. Almost.
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