My time in McLeod Ganj is already half way through.
So far it’s been a mixture of what I expected (this is my third time in India) with a lot of surprises thrown in.
McLeod Ganj is a bustling town full of Indians, Tibetans, Westerners and goodness knows who else, living in peril of being mown down by maniacal drivers and motorcyclists.
For some reason traffic has right of way down these tiny streets teeming with people and shops. It’s remarkable so few get injured – not that I’ve seen, anyway.