Morning sunlight.

After an hour of winding contours and more tea we join the path where all the tourists go - a 'one night two day" trek to an over visited village. We pass about 30 tourists in various bizarre states of un-dress, all going the same way. One greets Ul straight up: one day two night trek? Everyone following the Grot Grot (aka Lonely Planet) recommendation. . .

By 3.30 we are on a bus towards the next place. I'm sulking because I picked the wrong seats; Ul is patiently upgrading them through judicious shoving and blocking of the A/C. We're not quite sure where we're getting off: forgot to discuss. . .