The morning after arriving in Darjeeling, I decided to go out and have a look around the area. I had seen a map of the points of interest in the city and I thought I would go out and find some of them. Vipro, the manager of the hotel where I was staying, gave me a brochure that told of the various tours in the city. He never suggested that I take one of them. He instead told me that I could go and walk one of them. He told me that the 7 points tour would be a good one. It was more or less what I thought to do, so I set off. I walked down the Mall Road in search of the first spot, the zoo and Himalayan Mountaineering Institute.
I'm generally not that impressed by zoos, and the smaller the place I'm in, the less impressive and the more closed in and depressing the zoos tend to be. But people told me this one was okay. I was hopeful. It was another one of those tourist spots that advertises its persecution of foreigners. Indians got in for 40 rupees. Foreigners got in for 100. And there was a ten rupee fee to take a camera in. It's something that I will never understand, this extra fee for a camera. Either include it in the price, or disallow cameras. Don't charge extra for a camera. It's annoying. I got to the window and gave my two one hundred rupee bills, since the price for me was going to come to 110 rupees. The guy looked at me and asked if I had a ten rupee note. I did, but I said no, I didn't. I had gotten to the point where I wasn't helping tourist spots to be stupid and annoying. If you are going to charge me a small amount extra for my camera, you can make change. He obviously didn't really want to make the change, so he just waved me through without charging me for the camera. But then the people checking tickets at the gate wanted to see my camera ticket as well. In the end, I got in without paying for the camera. I guess I will have to be ornery about things like camera charges more often. Maybe I will just make them make change like that more often and see what happens.
Outside the museum is a statue of Tenzing Norgay with glowing tributes to the man and how he was the first man to scale the mountain. Additionally his grave is also there. Interestingly, the information there makes a great deal of Tenzing Norgay's feats and achievements, but very little of Edmund Hillary, who was referred to as more or less “the other guy.” That isn't how it was put, but it really feels that way to look at it all. Now, of course, in Hillary's native New Zealand, it's the other way around and Norgay is “the other guy” who was there. Revisionist history is such fun.
From the stadium, I continued around the side of the mountain and back up to the city proper. In getting to the stadium though, I had gone down in altitude quite a ways, probably two hundred meters or more. This meant a rather strenuous climb back up to the top. So I was resting a lot along the way and looking out at the view, which was very nice.
And as I was closing in on the city again, I met some children who wanted me to take their photos. They were cute.
And one was a pretty good photographer. She even made me look all right.
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