A large part of Darjeeling occurs around the railway station, where the Toy Train arrives and departs. On the opposite side of the road is the Loco shed, where the different engines are kept, many of which are steam engines. There are quite a few trains, not just the once a day connection with Siliguri, but also many for what is called joy rides, shorter trips that explore the track close to Darjeeling. Most of those joy rides are hooked up with a steam engine, which requires transfer from the shed to the station, and thus blocking the road for any amount of time. With copious use of the horn, of course, but now also accompanied by foul smelling grey smoke from the coal burning. Yet, every time I pass the station, I stop and look at the spectacle, taking the noise and the smell for granted. Some more pictures here.

and a little further, the rubbish dumped, which looks remarkably like the lunch trays we had a day earlier
The Tea Estate
However, Darjeeling is more than the train alone. Most people will know it from the tea it produces. There are 87 tea gardens, as the plantations are called here, spread out over the hills around the town, which produce almost 10 million kg of tea per year. I don’t know much about tea, so we decide to visit one of the estates. Happy Valley, the second oldest tea estate in Darjeeling, from 1854, is just a short walk out of town, and has guided tours and tastings. Right next to the factory several women are harvesting, always a colourful process. The tour itself is mainly an explanation of the process, as the factory is not operating right now. And the process is mostly concerned with drying and oxidizing, from the withering process on a kind of conveyor belt, that gets rid of 60-70% of the moist, to what is called disruption, bruising the tea leaves to prepare them for easier oxidation, and subsequently heating the leaves to stop further oxidation. An largely automated process, although some manual labour is involved, too. Oh, and the amount of oxidation determines the type of tea, black tea having oxidized fully.
In Darjeeling, tea is plucked four times a year, in Spring, Summer, the monsoon season, and Autumn. Tea of the last two is often mixed, and all harvests know a first flush, considered superior, and a second flush, slightly less so, although this is a matter of taste, I have been explained. And indeed, we try six different types of tea, and the variety is stunning – and so is the quality, far better than the stuff we produce at home. Obviously, this comes with a price tag, as well, a good first flush can sell for 2000 rps, some 25 US$, or more, for 50 g!
The Botanical Garden
After our tea lecture, we explored another British colonial heritage, the botanical garden. The one in Darjeeling is situated on a steep slope, donated by one Mr. William Lloyd in 1878, to represent the flora of the Sikkimese Himalayas. The leaflet we receive at the entrance talks about the orchidarium with ‘wild orchids of immense biological importance’. I am no specialist, but it looks to me that the average front yard of a Darjeeling residence holds more orchids than the botanical garden does; or perhaps we are visiting in the wrong season. The Large Conservatory, ‘the only one of its kind in Asia’, looks distinctly run-down, the fountain inside doesn’t work anymore, but at least the plants here seem to be well cared for. The succulent section, in the small Conservatory, is empty, except for a gigantic, and just now flowering, wisteria, which apparently dates from the garden’s establishment. But the garden is an oasis of rest and peace, quite different from the streets of Darjeeling, let alone those around the station.
The Town
But despite its traffic chaos, Darjeeling is actually a very pleasant town. Touristic, for sure – this is for the first time we see so many foreigners -, but not overly so, not disturbingly so. Built on and around a hill, the streets are steep, and in places stairs provide a shortcut up or down from the hairpin bends that the cars follow. Part of town is pedestrian, and this is where the tourists and the towns people come together in a common activity: sitting on one of the many benches, to look at the other people passing. But I prefer to walk. Around every corner could just be another colonial gem, more often than not run down, like the botanical garden, but nevertheless an interesting example of architecture of a bygone era.
Like every town, Darjeeling has its market, along one of the lower streets, and in the alleys behind.
Interestingly, the orange flags from the Ram Navami festival dominate the alleys, where I would have expected Buddhism to be the dominant religion here, so close to Sikkim, Bhutan and Tibet. In fact, the Mahakal Mandir, a temple complex on what is called Observatory Hill, is an interesting mixture of Hindu temples and Buddhist stupas and shrines, generously decorated with the colourful prayer flags. Two religions, harmoniously coexisting. Altogether, there is enough in Darjeeling to keep us entertained for a couple of days.
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