This evening, Tuesday 14 February, we arrived at Darjeeling, the last word in tea, close to 7,000 feet above sea level, a height at which my lungs work harder than they ever have in order to process oxygen. Upon arriving at our fourth floor accommodations, huffing and puffing, I felt something was amiss, but silently blamed age. It was only when I tired quickly, going up a gentle street incline after dinner, that I remembered my high school geography. These are the Himalayas after all. We got to Darjeeling from New Jalpaiguri, where we had arrived this morning from Kolkata, on an over-nighter, in second class with air, upper and lower bunks in the passage way. It was the best that could be done and was a coupe of sorts. We traveled New Jalpaiguri to Darjeeling,
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