I lock my room and wander down the large open landing, as I pass by doors to more rooms I wonder why the Snow Lion is called a Home Stay. It feels more like a cross between a small hotel and a large B&B. I soon discover why. Up 2 flights of stairs, I am warmly welcomed into the families sitting room. Through a haze of wood smoke, the sun light reveals a colourful explosion of Tibetan paraphernalia. Every surface, from floor, to wall, to ceiling has something wonderful for the eyes to feast upon. I sip my tea with mini Noodle and wait in anticipation for breakfast and other guests to arrive. Just then I hear an English voice, it belongs to a lady from California. We soon get chatting over eggs, toast and tea. Mary has also just arrived in Darjeeling - what perfect timing!