On 28 we arrived at a road at Chhatru, and camped at the back of a roadside dhaba (teahouse.) A pre-arranged truck brought us supplies for the next few days, and a shower tent for use on that day only.
That same night, we met Maria, from Germany but lived in New Zealand for the last 10 years. We invited her to dine with us, had campfire afterward while listen to her travel stories.
And what a story that is, about her own life.
A wanderer of the World since the age of 22, she's on a 1-year biking trip in India since Dec 2001. A traveler by choice AS MUCH AS by circumstance, she's planning this to be her last Asian trip. The reason? Because Asia is changing and she does not like it. She liked the days when things are free or cheap. When Tibet or India was not developed.
I asked her, why then, not go back to Germany earlier if she is not really enjoying. The answer was that she has no apartment there. Minor annoyance to her is that she does not like the united German.
In other words, she has no home to go to.
Why go back to Germany at all then, I asked. Because when you grow old, you want to live in a western country, she said.
The next day, we said farewell and took pictures with her and her bike named Emerald. However, fate had it that our paths crossed again in 5 days in Baralacha.
(29 Aug 2002, 85mm, F1.4 A-mode)