The yaks and Us- Day5 Indian Holiday

I will never complain again about the traffic in Edinburgh now that I've seen rush hour in Shimla. Our party was being conveyed in a fleet of cars (no buses allowed in the centre of the town) to the north eastern quarter of the settlement that makes up greater Shimla, and it was an exercise in car control to manage to miss oncoming cars, lorries and hordes of pedestrians on narrow tortuous uphill roads complete with hair bends some of which require 3 point turns to navigate.

But at last we reached Fagu a village that lies on the road that links India to Tibet and China. We were decanted to walk along a stony track, where a man was breaking boulders into stones with a sledge hammer, presumably for road making, to a tiny croft house, not unlike a Scottish Black house with two tethered cows in the yard and a 360 degree view, taking in Shimla and the south, the Himalayas in the west and the mountains separating India from Tibet and Nepal.

After another tortuous journey complete with puncture, fortunately on a wide stretch of the Tibetan Highway, we arrived at Jakhoo Hill, a monkey sanctuary with a Hindu Temple and a pink concrete statue of the Monkey God, Hunaman, which I think was 160 feet high and huge.
The monkeys there are prolific and clever and we were warned to remove our glasses lest the monkeys snatch them and keep them until they were given something to eat.

A light lunch at another Old Colonial house Woodville Palace which was the residence of four successive commanders-in- chief of the British army and we were pitched back to the main shopping street, the Mall, in Shimla, where His Lordship struggled with an ATM and lost his cool.

He's recovered now and we are bathed and pomandered and ready for dinner.
We could get used to this life style.