I brought up from the hot and steamy Calcutta to Darjeeling cold. After a short flight, the plane landed at Bagdogra. There it was still warm. I continued onward journey by car. He anxiously watched the sky fade into the new, gray clouds advancing from above the Himalayas.
Mijany the road train called the Darjeeling Himalaya Railway pompously was barely visible.
Road swimming steadily uphill, and after two hours I set up a sweatshirt. With this no longer blouse parted in Darjeeling. In the afternoon fog enveloped the landscape, and there was a fall of the Middle Ages.
Accustomed to year-round temperature oscillating around 30 degrees, the thermal shock experienced in the mountains. Before I started to drink local, hot tea, I tested the Indian breweries in Darjeeling. Warming up hard!
the best beer in Darjeeling, and certainly all over India. 
same brewery from Bangalore has produced the worst szczocha which spotałem not even across the South-East Asia. He could compete with him only Kenyan Tusker from the early 90's. Kingfisher Strong is terrible black pudding, which is suitable only to change states of consciousness. Nasty taste, a mixture of urine from suspected a hint of cough syrup. Eyesore! 
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