Sunday, July 2 Drive back from Yamunotri

The chai man woke me up again. I packed and was folding my blanket and a huge cockroach fell out….the one I didn’t realize I was sleeping with for two nights. For some reason Dinker thought it would be fun to hike to the next town instead of just take cabs there. The rocky clear Yamuna flowed through more river valleys, which were dark and rocky but covered in moss and grass, so it looked like Switzerland. The drive home was the same except seemed shorter…only six hours instead of eight. Everyone was listening to their iPods, a very antisocial but relaxing ride. In the middle of the ride it got hazy, hot, and dry. They say the monsoons come north. More like the disgusting climate of Delhi just moving north.