This year, travel plans were being postponed, shelved and deferred very frequently. Apart from the Chadar Trek in January, we had travelled only to Shanitiniketan, Jhargram and Tajpur. Usually every monsoon we drive to one or two nearby places but even those plans got shelved as
my driving license was suspended. The work situation too was giving hell and was swamped with work all along.
So, something had to be done!
A customary shot of the steed.
Hut at Chibbo village.

Sometime in the blistering heat of May, figured out that the Durga Puja leaves this year were just apt for a short getaway. Zeroed in on Kalimpong and a Tea Garden Bungalow in Darjeeling.
A beautiful house.
And throughout the summer and monsoon waited for the days to pass as killing work (and the suspended DL) took its toll.
And then I was rewarded. Almost on a week’s notice got a prized trek to Rupin Pass in the last week of September. Returned on 2nd Oct and the Durga Puja spirit was in the air.
The plan was to leave on Ashtami (17th Oct) and return to Kolkata on 24th Oct.
Schedule- 17-Oct: Hop towards Bagdogra and spend the night.
- 18-Oct: Bagdogra to Kalimpong. Spent 2 more nights
- 19-Oct: Around Kalimpong
- 20-Oct: Around Kalimpong
- 21-Oct: Kalimpong to Chamong
- 22-Oct: Chamong
- 23-Oct: Chamong to Malda
- 24-Oct: Malda to Kolkata
Day One: Calcutta to Bagdogra [560 kms, 13 hours]
We did some pandal hopping for the first 3 days. Didn't want to strain myself on Saptami night, so the outing was deliberately kept short.
Terraced cultivation.
And on Ashtami set sail in our nine year old Swift. The streets decked with lights. Even at 4 AM, Rash Behari crossing was flooded with the crowd. For a moment pinched myself to check that whether it was evening 7 PM or the crack of the Ashtami dawn.
As others have described, this year Farakka bridge was closed for repair for truck traffic from 7 AM to 5 PM and all the trucks were stranded on the north bound flank of NH-34 and was quite anxious as to what the situation will be. But the journey to Bagdogra (we usually stay the night at Marina’s Motel) was a breeze.
Apart from tea breaks, we stopped at the BP Moregram for a heavy breakfast of Aloo Paranthas and that stuff was good enough for the entire day. Checked into the hotel around 5.30 PM, freshened up and when we headed to the restaurant it was around 8.00 PM. Had Roasted Chicken for dinner and slept off early.
Day Two: Bagdogra to Kalimpong [70 kms, 2.5 hrs]
The day we hit the hills!
I had lost 3 kilos of weight after the Rupin pass trek and so wanted to relax, have good food and generally stroll around at a leisurely pace. We started from Bagdogra around 11.30 AM. Our destination - Kalimpong.
At Peshok. Tea break.
The weather was great and as we are wont to, rolled down the windows to let the fresh air hit our face.
The NH 10 has deteriorated at several places and in a hatchback it can quite uncomfortable at times. Stopped at a point for some vegetable momos and by 2.30 PM we were at Sinclairs, Kalimpong. The resort is located 5 kilometers before Kalimpong and is on the road to Chibbo village.
Army Golf course, Kalimgpong
Check in process was smooth. The room that we had booked had a balcony attached to it overlooking the valley. The missus reckoned ‘just as we wanted’ – away from the crowd, yet has all the amenities and is supremely comfortable.
Morgan House.
The weather during all the three days that we stayed in Kalimpong was mild. In the mornings you would require a light windcheater till nine, a t-shirt would suffice from then to around four in the evening, after which you would again require a windcheater.
At Durpin Monastery 
Had a hot shower, ordered for some Chowmein and Chilli Chicken from the “all day menu” and sat on the balcony reading a recently purchased, yet old book – Ruskin Bond’s
A Room on the Roof – and whiled away a cool two hours.
Chicken with Vegetables: at Gompus
The sun had disappeared into the haze by then and the air got cold in the remaining light.
The trees at a distance rustled in the evening and my son, who had slept off after lunch woke up fresh and was happy and excited.
The resort.
The glass door partition between the room and balcony became an “elevator door” for him.
The balcony was too enticing for me to resist. So, I made some tea for ourselves and sat for a while. We debated on – should the dinner be ordered from room service or should we help ourselves to the restaurant? Our discussion then shifted to the plan for the next day. Our son was happy getting up and down the attic. And spent some time drawing the trees and forests and hulls. At the end, room service won over walking over to the restaurant. By 11 PM we were fast asleep.
In the hills there was hardly any feel of Durga puja – but we had found solitude!