For about a month I was staying in Bhagsu.

It is a small village up a narrow winding road from McLaud Ganj, which on it's own is neighboring to Dharamsala.

One of the perks of staying in a tourist destination as this village is the ability to enjoy a continental, or even a Mediterranean breakfast.

Even Avocado that is absent in other parts of India is imported for the benefit of one's who need the feeling of home far from home.

Falafel is another booth that serves the many Israelis that pack the guest-houses of Bhagsu.

So some days, after enjoying this late breakfast, I would head down, by foot, through the beautiful cliff side road to McLaud Ganj.

One day, as I was marching back into Bhagsu, a group of Punjubi tourists was having a parking lot party. Having their car doors open and the stereo pumping Bangra music tracks, they called me to join them and immediately handed me a cup into which one poured Coke and another Whiskey.

As the warmth of the drink and the company surrounded me I joined the dancing, which continued for a few hours.

Bhagsu, Himachal Pradesh, India.

My India: Where every village is home - Experience !