Into the Mountains

Due to some very poor planning, when Sarah and I met up with the group from Hyd on Thursday morning we were forced to pay some exorbident (sp?) amount to drive the supposed 6 hours from Delhi to Mussorie. Had it been actioned about 2 weeks earlier when some suggestions were made, we could've all had a lovely train ride to a place an hour away from the conference venue, and then just taken a taxi the rest of the way.
Anyways, it's not to be undone, and I had another of those scary bad India driver trips. I felt justified for my scaredness of the road conditions when Tim Uncle spoke to the driver several times asking him to stay on the left side of the road and not overtake round corners and to just follow the other traffic as he was a completely unexperienced mountain driver. It was just madness.
On our arrival, a heartfelt thankfulness for our safety was made to our Father.

Oh, what a delight. Though feeling completely done in after being sick and travelling from 11am til 8pm in the back of a four wheel drive it was incredible to be up high in the mountains and feel the cool mountain air.
The conference venue was a Christian retreat, and had been built by an incredible British a long time back. The 2 floors were full of wooden pannelling which gave it a very western feel.
The most exciting thing for me on arrival(apart from learning there would only be 30 people attending the weekend) was my spotting of the table tennis table:-)