The Last time I went to a hill station it was Darjeeling in 2007. Apparently I don’t travel much but whenever I get a chance I don’t let it go. It would be more accurate to pen that I am yet to discover whether I love traveling or I am just another enthu-cutlet who is excited about the idea. Keeping it short, after seven years I got another chance to travel and currently based in Delhi I had a myriad of options to choose from.
I don’t remember exactly why I chose Mussoorie over other destinations but I did, and well I enjoyed a lot too. In nearly 32 hours of stay in the hill station I spent most of the time walking by the Mall road, and the splendid Camel’s Back road. At this point of time, the entire city feels mobbed but if you are looking for some quantum of solaces, a walk through the Camel’s Back road is suggested. Early morning walk or an evening one will make you realize why the Nehru family was so frequent here.
During the British Raj, signs on the Mall expressly stated: “Indians and Dogs Not Allowed”; racist signs of this type were commonplace in hill stations, which were founded ‘by and for’ the British. Motilal Nehru, the father of Jawaharlal Nehru, deliberately broke this rule every day whenever he was in Mussoorie, and would pay the fine. The Nehru family, including Nehru’s daughter Indira (later Indira Gandhi) were frequent visitors to Mussoorie in the 1920s, 1930s and 1940s, and stayed at the Savoy Hotel. They also spent much time in nearby Dehradun, where Nehru’s sister Vijayalakshmi Pandit ultimately settled full-time. Via Wikipedia
I also visited Kempty Falls, but that place, I think, is a bit overrated and over-populated in summers.
I was accompanied with my iPhone 4S and took a lot of photos (not a new thing, I know). There are internet cafes in the hill station and connectivity is barely an issue, so I also posted them on Instagram and Twitter as and when I took them.
Here are some more photos that I processed (Lightroomed?). I hope you like them as well.