Many in Bagdogra may think we are going to Darjeeling or Kalimpong. But no, we are going to Gangtok, the capital of Sikkim.
Line two may be familiar to Feluda fans. Many people first got acquainted with this state of North-East India through Satyajit Ray's Feluda series 'Gangtake Gandgol'. While chasing the mystery, Satyajit Ray has shown us the amazing beauty of Gangtok with the magic of his amazing pen.
Every time I read the novel as a child, Gangtok appeared in all its forms in our imagination. And if you get a chance to match the reality with the imagination, who will leave! So as soon as I got the chance, I put three friends in the car, looking for the realm of imagination.
Pushing the crowd!
Bangladeshis have been barred from entering Sikkim for many years. So when Sikkim visas were issued, many people who were thirsty for travel flocked to Sikkim. We left with the matter in mind.
I reached Phulbari border in Banglabandha around 11 am. Our intention was to cross the border and leave for Gangtok by jeep. The journey from Banglabandha to Gangtok is about four and a half hours. Half an hour after departure, the shiliguri will fall, the lunch episode can be done there.
It should not take more than an hour for the customs problems of the two countries to end. But the rule is left, our eyes rose to the forehead when we reached the border. Tourist and tourist. I knew it would be crowded, so to speak! It seems that I have come to Gabtali from Farmgate!
Two BGB members said at least 2,000 people had crossed the border since morning. Other days it is not even a hundred people. Anyway, at the end of all the formalities, when I looked at the clock, it was past 5 in the afternoon.
If you were Indian then you could have left, but there is a different happiness of being Bangladeshi or foreigner! The name has to be entered at the Rangpo Army check post before entering Gangtok, and the exit seal has to be taken in the passport on return; And the check post is closed after 8 pm.
And if you leave at 5 o'clock, it is almost impossible to reach the check post before 8 o'clock, because the road from Banglabandha to Rangpo is at least three hours away. Inevitably, I decided to take an auto to Siliguri; I spend the night there. I will get up very early the next day and leave for Gangtok.
Siliguri night: Dinner when street food
My description of this whole experience is a little different from the traditional travel story. Travelogue writers usually go to great lengths to describe a place, highlighting its historical significance.
But I will try to put aside these difficult issues and simply describe what I have felt. That's why the things I like will prevail here. For example, the matter of food.
Everyone was upset that Siliguri was going to spend the night, one night was wasted on the tour. Food is a great influence on the mind. And what could be a better food alternative to make the minds of food lovers like us better!
Our hotel was next to Siliguri Junction, on Hillcart Road. After checking in, I left my bag pack and went down fresh in search of food. Seeing so much food and chess on the street makes me feel bad!
First of all I thought let's taste Singara. Compared to the country's Singara, it can be said that this Singara has a little more spices and much more delicious. However, the next item made our minds so good that we were forced to think, it would be a pity if we did not spend the night in Siliguri! That is Momo.
This hill food is now very popular in Bangladesh. But this Momo flavor from Siliguri is a match. The price is also much lower. Veg-non-veg momos are great. After consuming one plate after another, I forced myself to restrain myself - when I fill my stomach with Momo, I will try the rest of the food!
So I went a little further towards Chowdhury Pao-Bhaji. It is a fairly famous shop on Hillcart Road. I have heard many names of pao-bhaji food, but after eating it, it didn't taste very good. It's better than chicken fry and liver fry!
At the end of the meal we concentrated on drinking tea. The identity of the area is revealed through tea! With that, of course, throw the shiliguri completely. There is no way to pass even with Grace Mark.
This tea comes from Darjeeling. In that case, of course, the belief in 'Darjeeling tea' is bound to rise. This tea is not likely to come around the tea of Bangladesh. (Let me tell you quietly here, I ate another plate of Momo to get back the taste that was lost after drinking tea!)
The city of Siliguri was not well received as I did not spend much time there. I only saw Hillcart Road on foot. The place is mainly for tourists. So there are countless hotels, small food shops, restaurants and bars on both sides of the road. However, the area was quite tidy and clean.
On the way to Gangtok
I got up very early the next morning, had breakfast and left for Gangtok. You can go by bus or jeep. We got on the jeep. In the light of dawn, the city of Siliguri looked quite tidy.
After a while, the car crossed Siliguri and went along Sebak Road. Forests on both sides, the driver said - this is Siliguri Safari Park. The academic name is 'Mahananda Wildlife Sanctuary'. I wanted to see, now let's turn around in the forest! Rows of beautiful dense trees, army camps after a while.
After a while the car drove along the river Teesta. The beauty of the blue water enlivened the life. The road is winding like a river, our car is running along that road. Smooth roads, ditches very rare. The surrounding scene was changing a little later. Sometimes running along the side of a mountain range, with dense vegetation. Once again the hills were moving away, with rows of thin trees and thick grass in front.
After walking like this for a couple of hours we stopped for a little rest. The place is a little before Teesta Bazaar. A road on the right leads to Kalimpong. There are a few food stalls on either side of the road, a ditch behind the shop, the greenish blue Teesta River flowing down, and with it the hills one by one.
Here I saw a fancy method of baking bread directly on the fire without a pan in a shop. After a light meal and a photo session, we set off again for Rangpur.
Our reception at Rangpo is through a huge traditional gate. Green chauchala at the top, columns on both sides, colorful patterned pattern on the columns, which is a feature of Sikkim. However, the thought of the entry seal is spinning in our heads. I got out of the car and hurried to the Nagar Panchayat office with my passport and papers.
Charakagacha our eyes again! That one crowd! Many unfortunate tourists like us (or lucky?) Who spent one night in Siliguri and left for Gangtok the next day - all standing in line. Ten minutes of work took exactly one hour.
I did not miss the opportunity to visit Rangpo in this gap. An area of small circles. Hotels and shops all around. There are lots of jeeps and taxis. I saw that many tourists go to Gangtok, Kalimpong, Siliguri and Darjeeling from here.
Anyway, I finished my work and left quickly. This time it should not take long. There was only one thought in everyone's head, and for how long?
Finally, the city of dreams!
Gangtok! When I saw the city from afar, I had a strange feeling in my mind. The picture that I drew in my mind after reading books in my childhood, today that picture has become real in front of my eyes!
Sikkim is the capital and largest city of the Himalayas, with a huge mountain in the eastern part of the Himalayas. Spread over the city of Gangtok to about 5,000-7,500 feet. The winding road winds its way up to the summit, with all the buildings twisting and turning. Mostly hotels, as well as locals' homes.
The houses look pretty much the same. Dochala, chauchala and rows of windows above the head, with verandah. However, their color is fascinating. The house is so colorful that you can't take your eyes off it!
View points
The places of interest in Gangtok are collectively named Viewpoints. Seven viewpoints, ten viewpoints like this. Archie as far as he can see in time.
Crowds of people and traffic jams ate up a lot of our time, so I rented a taxi before getting off the taxi stand to see the viewpoints. Mr. Karitkarma driver helped a lot. At first he took us to a hotel as per our demand.
The driver gave me only fifteen minutes, because it was about one o'clock. There will be no more than four hours of light. In the meantime, we have to see everything. So we hurriedly left our luggage, changed our clothes and went out fresh. The beginning is our Gangtok trip.
Banjhakari Falls
Banjhakari Falls is a park surrounded by a natural waterfall. It is located at the bottom of Gangtok, above National Highway 31. Banjhakari is a mythological character. The park is named after him.
The paved road from the entrance to the park to the fountain is completely paved. Sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes or stairs; There are seating areas one after the other. The water from the fountain has gone into the crevices of the rocks along the side of the road, far below. After a while, there is a beautifully decorated pool with a carved roof.
Crossing the pool and reaching the fountain, I saw a lot of tourists. Everyone is busy taking pictures. Ropeways and adventure trails were also seen, although no adventurer was seen.
A small boating area on one side, with a dragon statue in the middle. I saw so many flowers, he does not have yatta! The whole place is very neat and tidy, but the impression of artificiality is more.
Gonzang Monastery
I had to go down to Banjhakari, this time I started to climb to the top with the car. The entire Himalayan range can be seen almost all the way. After walking for half an hour on the winding road, we stopped in front of the Gonzang Monastery.
Not to mention the monastery here. All the monasteries in Gangtok are Buddhist monasteries. Origin of the word ‘monastery’ or ‘monastery’ from ‘monk’. ‘Monk’ means alone. The purpose of the monastery is to devote oneself to the path of religion apart from the conventional life.
The temple is in the heart of the monastery. A place to stay, a place to eat, a place to study - all in all a huge complex. Large monasteries have schools, colleges, and even universities, and the main subject of study there is religious education.
Come on, let's get back to the basics. To the left of the entrance to the Gonzang Monastery is a six-story hostel with a verandah. Each floor looks the same, but not monotonous. Its main reason is the excess of color. Porch railings, colorful curtains hanging on doors, wooden framed windows; All in all, the whole building is like an artwork.
The restaurant on the right is rather a bit modern. There is a British impression in the whole. A little further on the temple, about forty feet high, was placed behind an altar ten feet high. The huge courtyard in front of the temple, with a brick fence on one side; Where the whole city of Gangtok can be seen at once.
I stood in the courtyard for a long time and was fascinated to see the city. The wind then almost blew us away! Although the temperature was 12 degrees Celsius, it was trembling in winter.
The steps leading up to the entrance to the temple are up to ten feet. The walls of the temple are white, the windows are framed in yellow wood, and surrounded by black borders. The pillars are red, and the corners have colorful designs. Wherever I have been in Sikkim, I have seen this pattern everywhere.
It doesn't matter what color the whole place is from the top of the door to the ceiling. The sleeves are similarly colorful. On the back wall is a statue about ten feet high, with a place of prayer in front of it, much like a church. Library on one side. It was forbidden to take pictures inside, I took off my shoes and went inside, I saw several monks praying, so I came out without much time.
Tashi Viewpoint and Rock Climbing
Kanchenjunga can be seen from Tashi Viewpoint, but we could not see it as the sky was cloudy. So without wasting much time there we proceeded towards rock climbing. The place is nothing more, a place filled with big rocks on the side of the road, where rock climbing can be done.
Here I saw innumerable pieces of cloth tied with rope, in which there are drawings and mantras written in Nepali. When I asked, I found out that those who die in the mountains, their families hang pieces for the peace of their souls. It's both fascinating and scary!
Ganesh Talk and Hanuman Talk
‘Talk’ means temple. So Ganesha Talk and Hanuman Talk are Ganesha Temple and Hanuman Temple. The two temples are very similar, the yellow is more visible in color. Ganeshatak is about five and a half thousand feet high, and Hanuman Talk is about seven and a half thousand feet high.
The temples are divided into different rooms. Each house is made for different purposes. The house of the idol is easily recognizable, besides there were empty houses in both the temples. It looks like a small ritual or meditation is done in the house.
I saw a hexagonal house at Hanuman Talk, which has framed pictures of Rama, Lakshman, Sita, Hanuman and other Ramayana characters on the wall. Each picture is based on a particular event in the Ramayana (drawing can also be said, the hill-jungle behind but painted).
The miracle of making is also quite. The plaster of the wall is cut to a certain size and the background is painted with a paintbrush, and the sculptures are made in different poses according to the story on that background. Finally, the front part of the picture is covered with glass and mixed with the wall to protect the pictures.
Hanuman Talk is a bit big in terms of total space. According to local belief, when Hanuman was going to fetch the Sanjivani tree for signs, he sat on the top of this hill on the way and fixed the direction. The floor of the entire temple complex is paved with red bricks. The funny thing was- the saplings of the Sanjivani tree stored on one side. Who knows! Whether it still works!
MG Marg
When I returned to the hotel after seeing the view points, the situation was over in the evening. After resting, I got off at MG Marg for dinner. I got off because our hotel is quite a bit above MG Marg.
It is said to be the heart of Gangtok. The thing is nothing more, a footpath, a shopping street. The road is not very big, it will take about eight to ten minutes to walk from one end to the other.
There are two sculptures of Gandhiji at both ends of the road. This road can be called the landmark of Gangtok, the main marketing area for tourists. About sixty feet wide; Numerous rows of shops on either side, and hotels above the shops. Each building is leveled, four or five storeys high.
Island in the middle of the street, rows of seating, lampposts and dustbins. An impossibly clean brick paved road. In the light of MG Marg at night, it is understood that I am in the main area of Gangtok.
Food is one of the main attractions of MG Marg. Notable stores include Roll House, Agarwal Suites, and of course ‘Khan Uncle’s Biryani’. Roll House is a completely veggie food house. There are many more types of Momo like Steam Momo, Butter Momo, Cheese Momo, Fried Momo. Although personal experience suggests that traditional steam momos are more delicious, the rest are not.
Agarwal Suites offers a variety of snacks as well as sweets. Such as Daibra, Chhola Batora, Dhokla, as well as Momo. Among the sweets, Sohan Halua and Gulabjamun were the best. Khan Uncle's Biryani and Chicken Cheese Roll is called 'La-Jawab'. I have eaten biryani in many places in the country, but Khan Uncle's biryani tastes very different.
There are also many more delicious snacks in various small shops, such as Jilapi, Singara, Chicken Pop. Although these are familiar to us, the flavor is quite different, which is Gangtok's own. If you don't go to a new place and taste local food, the journey is not complete.
Anyway, at ten o'clock at night we finished our 'shopping expedition' and 'food expedition', which is called 'back to the pavilion'; Went back to the hotel. I will leave North Sikkim tomorrow morning. Mountains! Ice! Whose pull come so far. I fell asleep with excitement and excitement in the hope of morning.
Lachung Journey
At about ten in the morning we set off for Lachung, a small town in North Sikkim. About 125 kilometers, it will take at least five hours to go. However, there will be a lot of places to see on the way, so I took a push for about seven or eight hours. Within ten minutes of departure, the car sped off the North Sikkim Highway.
We reached our first spot quite early. Not far from the road is a small monastery called Yogchen Tenzang. A monastery surrounded by hills and dense vegetation. The main difference from other monasteries is its shape. It is relatively small enough. But structurally, it is the same as the traditional monastery.
After looking around, we set off again. Our jeep is running through the green hills on both sides and in the middle of it. Sometimes I go up, sometimes I go down. After walking like this for about an hour and a half, I came to a small fountain. Named on the fruit, Bakthang Waterfalls.
A few small huts next to the shower. Everyone got out of the car and ate chips, biscuits and tea. Disgusting tea as always, but the thing was very necessary to rejuvenate the body. Let me say here, in front of all the waterfalls that I have seen in Sikkim, it is possible to erect a terrace-like slab at different heights, climbing the stairs.
It is also quite enjoyable to see the waterfalls from different heights - I would not have understood it if I had not seen the waterfalls here. Anyway, our journey started again through Bakthang. This time I realized that the circular mountain road was slowly taking us down.
I could see a beautiful river from above. It was seen for a while, as the car turned again, the river seemed to disappear at the bend of the hill. After playing hide and seek for about half an hour, when we reached the bottom of the hill, the huge river was in front of us. When I asked, I found out that the name of the river is Dik Chu. Teesta tributary river. So beautiful that the eyes can not be turned!
The water of mountain rivers in our country is usually green. However, the color of this water is very different. In the middle of blue-green, a lot of turquoise. Bridge over the river, it means we have to cross the bridge and climb the hill next to us. But standing by such a beautiful river, I will not take a deep breath, I will not take any pictures, it will not happen again! So sign! I spent about half an hour looking at the river.
The driver of the car started chasing. There are many more stops ahead. Moreover, lunch is left. Lachung cannot be reached before evening if it is too late. And it is absolutely inappropriate to drive at night if you are not forced to drive on hilly roads. I got in the car again.
Now the contrast. I have come down the circular road for so long, now I have to climb up. The jeep started moving along the high road. The river gradually became smaller and narrower at one point. We ran from one hill to another.
What a wonder we have come to the mountain kingdom! Everywhere I looked, I saw one green hilltop after another. It is as if he is standing and watching us. The top of one of them has risen through the clouds, as if there is no end.
There is not much change in the scene but there is no monotony at all. Sometimes some small houses, that's the diameter. When I look down, I see a narrow road in the distance - I don't want to believe, we have crossed that path! We crossed the ups and downs and reached Hotel Subedar. The clock says three o'clock.
Fountain on the way? Or a trip to the waterfall?
Quite early in the evening named on the hilly road. There is no time at all. So we had to finish lunch as soon as possible. Throughout our journey we have come to see numerous small and large fountains. It will take at least two days to reach Lachung to see everything down. So I decided that what I really needed to do was learn how to do it right. The two waterfalls are Naga Falls and Veoma Falls.
If the name Naga Falls is considered to be the king of snakes, Nagraj, then the naming is correct. The waterfall came down from the hill like a snake. It came down the hill and moved away along the side of the road with big stone grooves.
A shaky iron bridge has passed over the place where the waterfall has come to the plane. I think this understanding collapsed as soon as I woke up! On the opposite side of the waterfall is a huge rocky hill; Rough, shiny. It's a little sad to see.
Lots more tourist jeeps left Gangtok together with our car. Wherever I stopped on the way, there were tourists everywhere. However, there was no extra crowd, this defense! Crossing the bridge, several huts, from there we drank another taste of biswad tea and sat in the jeep.
Changthang is about twenty minutes away from Naga Falls. From here, the road divides into two major cities in North Sikkim, Lachung and Lachen. There are also two small rivers beside the two cities. The city is named after the river.
Our car stopped for a while on the bridge. The Lachung and Lachen rivers merge at the foot of the river. The Changthang hydraulic power plant built with the dam is there. By then the darkness had begun to descend very slowly. Clouds came and surrounded. A few drops of rain have also started dripping. There is no more way left.
I got in the jeep without any delay and wrapped my clothes around my neck, nose and face. We were then about nine and a half thousand feet high. The winter was growing fast. The road from Changthang to Lachung is quite winding. So the car was not moving too fast.
After a while I came to Veoma Falls. We saw the fountain in the dark on the way back the next day. Veoma means red snake. But no one knows it as Veoma Falls. Everyone knows it as 'Amitabh Bachchan Falls'. For one thing, the fountain is very high!
When the car stopped at our hotel in Lachung, the clock was ticking. But the environment says late night. There is no light anywhere, no sound. Suddenly I think, how I came to the world of silence!
Only the lights are on in the small shop below the hotel. It is better to call it Dharamshala than Hotel. A narrow staircase leads to the second floor. All the rooms are there, the floor is all made of wood. Getting out of the car, it seemed that the bones of the body were probably freezing. The temperature is then around zero.
I ran up the stairs to the room, I thought I would wash my hands and face in hot water. There is no geyser in the hospice. Even though there was a drop of water in his hand, it seemed that someone understood and scorched it. Then I decided not to come in contact with water. Before and after dinner, the staff provided hot water for hand washing, that's all.
In the Ice Kingdom: Katao and Yamthang Valley
Everyone fell asleep very early the night before because they were in a hurry to get up very early. Moreover, there was nothing to do at night in this winter. When I got up in the morning and went to the verandah, I stopped talking on my own. The mountains seem to surround us.
I could not see around at night, now in the first light of dawn I saw a lot of houses around. Below is a valley, there are also numerous habitats. And behind him are three huge mountains. As far as the last mountain can be seen, it is completely covered with ice!
The red-yellow glow of the sun is slowly rising in the sky behind the mountain. The moon, which has become smaller in the other corner of the sky, is also peeking. It's as if someone is slowly removing the nightclub, and dawn is coming down on Lachung's chest! She is a wonderful sight.
Cut to our first destination. And the next destination is Yamthang Valley. With our hotel in the middle of the two, we decided to go to Yamthang Valley for breakfast on the way back after seeing Katao. You can't take too much time anywhere, because you have to leave for Gangtok again around 12 o'clock. So we all quickly packed our clothes in ice and got into the jeep.
Katao and Yamthang Valley are both twenty-five minutes drive from the hotel. Yamthang Valley to the north, and we were heading east. What else can I say about the road! The entrails are twisted in the same way as the entrails are twisted in the abdomen. He is taking one turn after another.
Ten minutes later the ice was seen. In the words of Lal Mohan Babu, "Snow on the trees, snow on the roads, snow on the mountains, snow all around!" In fact, with the exception of the middle of the road, the surroundings are completely white.
The cold seemed to be growing by the minute. Thus, the car stopped in front of Khanda Water Falls about ten to fifteen minutes ahead. Crossing a small iron pool in front, the road disappeared at the bend of the hill. After going some distance along this route, the army check post falls, then the Indo-China border. We are not allowed to go that far, so we had to get down here.
After getting down, I saw that it was difficult to walk. It's very cold, the temperature is minus six degrees, he has boots on his feet and a huge jacket on his body. Walking on ice is not a small matter. There is also the fear of slipping. So we went to the shower with small legs, which is called 'Baby Step'. Even at minus temperatures, the speed of the water did not allow the fountain to freeze.
As soon as we looked at the opposite side of the fountain, we stopped breathing. Not far away is a huge rocky hill, the sun has come down on the top of the hill. The snow-capped peak is glistening! It's as if someone has left a pile of gold on his head.
There is a valley between our hill and that golden hill, the sun has not risen far, so everything around us is shady except the hill in front. What an unearthly beauty in this play of light and shadow, which fascinated us even more in every moment!
After a little bit of fascination, we noticed that our condition is very bad in winter. I can't feel that there is anything else after the knee. He curled up in the cold and pressed his boots. ‘Cut’ seems to cut off both legs. After enduring the cold bite for about half an hour, I realized it was no longer possible!
For the sun we then became hanya. We are behind the mountains, so it will take time for the sun to rise here. I decided to step back a little. I will go down where the sun has risen. As I thought, everyone got in the car and went back a kilometer.
When the eyelids parted, I was stunned. A valley surrounded by all the monstrous hills around. The peaks seem to have stopped in the land of clouds. One mountain after another surrounds us in such a way that it seems as if they are looking at us.
I got out of the car and saw many tourists in the heart of the valley. However, the vastness of the valley did not allow the number of people to come under control. What a description of the beauty!
I was walking slowly along the snow-covered road, and my fascination was growing. Black rocky roads and hills. Their true color was peeking through the gaps in the ice. Black and white are like a different color game. With it is the golden glow of the sun and the green color of the plants. All in all, the feeling of another world!
I spent about an hour and a half here. How long I stared at the mountains, how long I walked in the snow, how I made ice dolls, as if we were not among us. What I am not doing - I do not seem to understand anything, just spent the whole time with a little fascination and a little disbelief.
Every second seemed to fuel life, teaching the true meaning of survival. So when I left to go back, no one had any regrets. Because the horrible beauty does not have to stay long!
Last day, at the monastery
It was evening when I returned to Gangtok from North Sikkim. I spent the night wandering around MG Marg. I woke up the next morning and thought, today is the last day, I have to make my way back tomorrow morning.
The last day we spent the whole day in two monasteries, one the famous Roomtech Monastery in Gangtok, the other the Ranka Monastery. We rented a car for the whole day and left for Ranka Monastery. Ranka is twenty kilometers from Gangtok. It is also called Lingdum Monastery, but is better known as Ranka.
At the entrance I saw a red-yellow dochala structure, with many chandeliers or prayer wheels. Those who come to pray keep turning the wheels as they walk. There is a mantra written on the wheel. Once turned, the mantra is recited once. Anyway, entering through the gate we were greeted by the huge courtyard of the monastery.
On the right side, the structure made of japa yantra has become as long as a snake up to about two hundred feet. Then the road bends to the left towards the university. To the left of the entrance is the parking lot, a beautiful restaurant and souvenir shop, followed by the 'Golden Stupa'. And in the middle of the complex is the ‘Great Assembly Hall’, the main temple, surrounded by a two-story hostel and school, with a courtyard in the middle.
The whole complex is beautifully designed. Since there were no more houses nearby, there were only hills and trees in the background of the complex. Sometimes it seemed like I had entered the world of photography by mistake!
The entrance road is round, the main temple is twisted and the whole complex is turned around and merged at the entrance. So we decided to walk down that road. First of all I went up the stairs to the assembly. Crossing the corridor and courtyard, there are two stairs on either side. After climbing the stairs, there is another small courtyard in front of the main temple, then the red door to enter the temple after the fire.
When you look at the fire, your eyes are dazzled. The floor to ceiling is full of colorful designs. Inside the main temple is a statue about thirty feet high. The wooden cupboards on either side of the statue are raised from floor to ceiling, along with small glass panes.
There is a small statue behind each palla. In all, there are at least seven to eight thousand statues in the cupboard. Hundreds of items - flowers, lamps, etc. - on the table in front of the large statue. There is no way to understand what is in the crowd of so many things. But all that for worship - it was quite understandable.
The house of the high priest at the back of the temple. Very nice garden in front of the house. University on one side, stupa on the other. Divide the stupa into three parts. There are two funnel-shaped structures on either side and a house in the middle, modeled after the main temple, but smaller in size.
Hanging a huge chanter inside. When I saw the four clothes tied, I realized that the four of them tied the clothes around their waists and started spinning in a circle.
It was noon to finish seeing the whole monastery. We had lunch with noodles and momo at Ranker restaurant, then left for roomtech. The distance from Ranka to Rumtek is about twenty kilometers. There is a strict security check at the entrance of the room. Probably for its fame and recognition.
Although Roomtech is not as gorgeous as Ranka. That's normal because Rumtech Monastery Ranger was built at least thirty years ago. Although less gorgeous, Rumtech seems to be much more alive! There is always some work going on. As many llamas were studying in the corridors, their voices were humming all around.
There is not much difference between Ranka and Roomtek in the structure of the temple, only the size of Roomtek is quite small. Besides, the color and design are almost the same in both the temples. Behind the main temple of Rumtek are the Nalanda Institute and the Golden Stupa. Both are quite high, you have to climb the stairs. The stairway to the Golden Stupa, with many of the Buddha's sayings hanging on the side wall, looked very nice!
The six-day tour finally crossed its last day. The next morning I took a jeep to Banglabandha. I left behind, a state of amazingly beautiful Mayavara. As if to say goodbye to us with a handshake; And saying, see you again!
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