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Lansdowne is a jewel in the Pauri Garhwal district of Uttarakhand that has so far managed to remain undetected by the roving eyes of the inveterate SUV-borne Delhi tourist. It is a benign and a relatively obscure hill town with a seductive name and can barely provide beds for car loads of tourists who may land up without notice. Lansdowne can accommodate no more than a couple of hundred people at a given time. And these are wise people who have planned their trips and booked their rooms well ahead. How did it manage to be so near, yet so far? About 260 km from Delhi and accessed by both Mussoorie Express and perfectly good roads that can reach you there in just six hours, it is a mystery that the brat pack has not started descending in droves on this pristine and unspoilt town, nay just an overgrown village.
But that may not be for long. Already resorts have started sprouting on the outskirts. Mercifully, the town itself is compact, with a single market hub with a few shops and a couple of eateries. If you're not staying in a resort, you will have to come to either of these eateries for your meals although the narrow, winding alleys that sport two mithai shops, one of them famous for its 'chocolate'. The road to Lansdowne takes you through a bypass near Meerut from where you reach Kotdwar through Najibabad. Till you reach Kotdwar, there is nary a sign of the hills. And then the lambent shades of green burst on you with a vengeance. Lush and profuse, the verdant slopes hold out the promise of an emerald paradise ahead. There is hardly any traffic on the roads and you are lulled into believing that this road has been constructed exclusively for your benefit. Lansdowne itself, is clothed in dense oak and blue pine forests festooned with ferns and shrouded in mist, and lives up to the promise. It is out and out a cantonment town and has that distinct military feel to it. The rest of the town has just grown around the cantonment, perhaps to cater to its needs. Prior to becoming a cantonment town, it used to be called Kalu Danda, but the Brits sexed it up, and named it after Lord Lansdowne in around 1887, the Viceroy of India. It started as a training centre for recruits to Garhwal rifles, and still remains a training centre, which explains why there are separate hostels for boys and girls in this small town. There is a museum of Garhwal Rifles, a War Memorial and a parade ground for those intent on 'sight-seeing' But the best sights to be had are the lovely views uninterrupted by human or vehicular traffic. The dense oak, pine and cedar forests reluctantly let in shafts of sunlight that dapples the valley. The hills reverberate with the screech of crickets and that set up quite a racket. Like most hill towns, this one, too, has its fair share of temples, churches and schools, but mercifully, very few visitors. Situated atop a hill surrounded by stately trees festooned with ferns, a 100 year-old heritage cottage, Prem Sadan, is the only homestay in this town. It has a vantage view and hospitable hosts who serve delectable home-cooked meals and charge only for the expenses they incur rather than run the establishment for profit. Going by the inscriptions in St Mary’s church, the town must have been a hip and happening place in the British times. There are accounts of fancy wedding parties complete with minute details including the dress and hats worn by the guests. Fortunately, all that is just a sepia memory now and you can enjoy the views from Tip-n-top uninterrupted by nuptial processions wending their way down the hill to the church. At night, you can look up at a star-studded firmament and listen to the distant call of a mouse deer warning its species about the presence of the predator. If you happen to be in Lansdowne on one of the national holidays, you can experience the patriotic fervour of the local people. Gandhi jayanti witnesses the civilian population turning up in all its finery to honour the Mahatma with flag-hoisting, speeches and skits that showcase local talent. The sole cinema hall plays latest Bollywood movies to packed audiences. For want of anything else to do, the locals just turn up at the market place to exchange gossip and gawk at a few visitors. There is a picturesque lake where a few pedal boats are moored, mercifully, almost as a concession to the city-bred, rather than out of eagerness to convert the spot into a picnic area. Eventually even the most die-hard tourist and picnicker realises that the best way to enjoy Lansdowne is to go for long walks under the canopy or trek down the slopes to a distant waterfall to the accompaniment of cricket music. Fact file What to see/do: Lovely views of Pauri Garhwal hills. Can trek to nearby villages.
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