Gangtok, the "Lofty Hill" or the "Hill made flat to build the Gangtok monastery in 1716". Gangtok is a city, which, till one sees it, one would consider exist currently in picture-story books. In the mystery-laden mists prayer flags whip in the breeze; wheels spin in the hands of Lamas mumbling invocations to God, in the distance are the snows, on the street amidst brightly painted pagoda roofed houses, lined with friendly smiling people are silver, silk and spice and jewellery to gladden an maiden's spirit, from across the seven seas are gadget and goods to pleasure the collector of "imported goods', even as straight overlooking the city is the hill Lukshyma, the 'Mother of Pearl' citadel of the magic mountain, Khang-Chen-Dzod-Nga.

An air of attraction hangs over the city, indeed the whole valley; the mysticism, the stupas, the monasteries achieve out as quickly as one has crossed the border. Even as across the hills and valleys comes the sounding of the extensive trumpets by robed lamas.