May 26
Meg had been suggesting that we could get our revenge by getting up early and singing loudly amongst the tents. We were outfoxed, however, but the same group of young dudes who were yowling until 1 am the night before. They were up at 5, talking and shouting close to the tents so that no one else could sleep.
We grouchily got up, feeling like crap, and decided that we weren't going to try for the snowline today. Many people were up as we headed to breakfast and Suneil's Tea House was very busy. Our breakfast was good and we talked with some women from Delhi who were as appalled with the behaviour of our fellow campers as we were.
Eunice showed up and agreed that she wasn't up for the snowline and had the luck of hearing someone vomit behind her tent in the night. The bitching made us feel better as we saw the shadows of the mountains stretch over the town and the sun rise behind the mountains themselves. It was a clear day and too nice for a poor night's sleep to ruin.
We packed up and headed down quickly. There were fewer bluetooth speakers this time around but groups of young males were still howling to each other and pushing the other hikers on the trail, whether they were going up or down. Most of the hikers were actually nice, but these groups certainly aroused our grouchiness.
We talked for a bit with our friends from Delhi and decided to walk back to town since it was all downhill. We didn't really know the way but followed a long stone stairway that everyone else seemed to be using. This made Meg's legs feel rubbery and we had to rest quite a bit before we got to Dharamkot.
Dharamkot is a small town north of the main city and we got lost a bit in its pedestrian streets before settling on a place for lunch. It was noticably western, with few Tibetan or Indian faces but lots of yoga studios and meditation centres. We were braced for a long walk down from there but a short trip showed us the entrance to the meditation centre I had been using and the rest was easy.
Meg had been suggesting that we could get our revenge by getting up early and singing loudly amongst the tents. We were outfoxed, however, but the same group of young dudes who were yowling until 1 am the night before. They were up at 5, talking and shouting close to the tents so that no one else could sleep.
We grouchily got up, feeling like crap, and decided that we weren't going to try for the snowline today. Many people were up as we headed to breakfast and Suneil's Tea House was very busy. Our breakfast was good and we talked with some women from Delhi who were as appalled with the behaviour of our fellow campers as we were.
Eunice showed up and agreed that she wasn't up for the snowline and had the luck of hearing someone vomit behind her tent in the night. The bitching made us feel better as we saw the shadows of the mountains stretch over the town and the sun rise behind the mountains themselves. It was a clear day and too nice for a poor night's sleep to ruin.
We packed up and headed down quickly. There were fewer bluetooth speakers this time around but groups of young males were still howling to each other and pushing the other hikers on the trail, whether they were going up or down. Most of the hikers were actually nice, but these groups certainly aroused our grouchiness.
We talked for a bit with our friends from Delhi and decided to walk back to town since it was all downhill. We didn't really know the way but followed a long stone stairway that everyone else seemed to be using. This made Meg's legs feel rubbery and we had to rest quite a bit before we got to Dharamkot.
Dharamkot is a small town north of the main city and we got lost a bit in its pedestrian streets before settling on a place for lunch. It was noticably western, with few Tibetan or Indian faces but lots of yoga studios and meditation centres. We were braced for a long walk down from there but a short trip showed us the entrance to the meditation centre I had been using and the rest was easy.
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| With friends in Suneil's Teahouse. |
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| The mountains in the morning. |
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| A morning visitor by our tent. |
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