An unplanned stop for an emergency loo-break took us to this roadside dhaba, where we were greeted by this shivering-just-bathed-pup drying himself in the sun. Well, I insisted we hang around and help in his drying process. So, tea was ordered.
Back at Janjheli, over a cup of tea at a dhaba with a drunk owner. The walls were super arty in their bare-bricked-turquoise look. Anything before this is bound to look good.
So, everyone at Raman dhaba was woken up and rushed into their work day earlier than usual. It was so early that the whole world was sleeping, and so was our driver.
A forced stop, so that he would drink some tea, splash some water and be ready for the uphill drive ahead.
2 kms away from the last stop before Dodital, we stopped at the first dhaba on the route. This was an indication of the fact that we were back to the main route, a much easier route. A route where we even crossed acquaintances from Delhi.
Dhabas are the main lifeline at Dodital. They appear even before you can see the lake. A huge instinct is to sit and rest a while after the 14 kms of walking. But I somehow fought that instinct, rushed ahead to catch a glimpse of the lake I have been wanting to visit for a long time.
One part wanted to stay by the lake, and the other part kept wanting to go back to the dhaba. The snowfall made me head back and opt for the cup of tea.
