When I was small, my parents would set out from our village, Pakyim, carrying vegetables and goods to sell in Gangtok. The horses could manage the distance from Pakyim down to a place called Deorali without much trouble. But from Deorali, the final stretch up into the Gangtok bazar was a different kind of terrain…
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