That’s how the day ended.

The day started with…

That’s just the view from the loo. The thing about all of Meghalaya that we experienced: best hygiene of anywhere in this country! The campsite loo had a lock that latches snug, the loo was as clean as the one at home, and stayed that way despite some 20 users. This was true of anywhere we went to, over two weeks!

Activities of the everyday. But with a stunning view.

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Zip lining.

That river is called Wah Umngot. It’s glassy clear. The time we went, thanks to the winds, it was a bit muddy. But google the name of the river and you will see spectacular pictures of green glamour.

People watching. This was so much fun. Dawki is a little place in between the east Khasi Hills and Jaintia Hills. The Jaintia tribes aren’t as friendly as the more city-fied Khasis, apparently. They tended to be more watchful and more, “I’ll just put my head down and row”. That’s a sentiment I can understand. So, I didn’t try overmuch to wave or make friends.

The beauty of the campsite!

This be Bob.​​​

​Some of us jumped off cliffs quite nonchalantly. Some of us abstained. Some of us fought some serious fear to make it happen. Something interesting to recount here: one of the boatmen said, “if you don’t jump now, you will regret it” in even tones – and that made the jump happen! Interesting, isn’t it, how the voice of support and reason often comes from people who don’t know us at all!
On time, we bid fond farewell to Adrian, Shining Star and Bob. And we hit the road dusty road past Bangladesh neighbourhood, and onwards, to Sohra again.

We passed Sting’s fields of gold.

We got told off proper by Madiha for being the nasties that stopped to take sunset pictures while we were far from home and had to drive in the dark.

South Indian of the day: Ath for making the Barbie-Bhabhi differentiation clear to us all