We started back on the 22nd Jan, and the weather was wet and foul through the day. I had originally wanted to leave early, to allow us the time to visit the Kangra Fort, and for me to climb down some more hill sides. However, the foul weather put paid to these plans.
We drove down the steep slopes to Dharamshala, and then managed to get to the main highway where the slope was gentler. Many plains folk who claim to be great hill drivers normally do not venture onto the steep slopes that the hill drivers encounter in their daily lives. I have to say that the lessons that you can learn from these folk can be quite exhaustive. Me being romantic, I assume.
Initially, I made a wrong turn and I ended up at the Museum of the royal family of Kangra. This is a small, private museum, which is well maintained and quite fascinating in own way.
The caretaker's gave us some nice tea, for a fee, and made some parathas with pea-shell stuffing. This was surprisingly nice, I have to say.
I contented myself by shooting the museum, which is actually on the neighbouring hill. I tried to ensure that I included as little of the sky as possible. Flat skies don't make for great photography. This fort is an old one, about 1,000 years old, and was remarkably hard to capture. Large parts were destroyed in 1905, during the earthquake, but enough has been left standing.
For the return journey I chose a different route. We went down via Nangal to Chandigarh, where we spent the night.
On the 23rd. I drove back rather fast. Obama and The Beast were due to arrive in India, and I had no intention of getting stuck in traffic snarls in Delhi.