The next day, I checked out from my hotel, all set to have the wonderful experience of spending one night in Dhanaulti and made my way to the famous Library Chowk, the heart of Mussoorie. After spending an hour haggling with local cab drivers and agents, I finally secured a decent deal. I booked a cab for the journey to Dhanaulti, eager to escape the chaos of Mussoorie. The drive was about 2:30 hours long, winding through sharp turns and steep mountain roads.
As we made our way, the scenery began to change. Majestic valleys unfolded, and giant trees stretched skyward as if trying to kiss the heavens. We passed through small, quaint villages, each with its own charm, offering glimpses of a simpler, quieter life. The journey itself was a refreshing departure from the madness I had left behind, and with every passing mile, I felt closer to the tranquility I had been longing for.
