The Race Was Over

I awoke not of the monks or dogs barking but of a bus trying to get up the mountain where I slept in a lodge for one night. I liked it here. You could easily see the sunrise and sun set. It was much warmer then when I was at 12,000' and I think the lodge had heat as I only needed the blankets.

I took a few photos as I knew that this would be the last time I would be in the Himalayas. Sounds of silence filled the air while the sun was rising and I knew I had to switch gears and get back into NY mode. Within moments, my speech quicken and my walking pace was that of a girl in NYC.

I was ready for the change and ready to go home. I did what I came here to do. So what, I didn't complete 100 miles. I did over 3/4 and that's good enough for me.

After a short breakfast, we went to the airport. At the airport, I sat with some people from England to a nice Indian Dinner. I ordered buttered chicken. It was filled with amazing spices and was the best dinner I had here yet. I guess they couldn't have all those spices where we were. The spice stayed on my tongue and made it tingle.

I know that I don't want to see eggs for a long time. That is what we had every day for breakfast. We had very little meat and I am looking forward to to a steak when I get home. Even rice and potatoes have very little appeal to me after eating it endlessly for 1 week.

Our flight was indirect. 4 hours long. After a few good byes, a bus took us to our respective hotels. All I wanted to do is sit, eat and relax. That wasn't possible as the group wanted to get together. I had to sit with them.

We ate at the 24 hour cafe. I wanted red meat, but there wasn't any on the menu so I had a lamb burger...they called it mutton American burger. After 2 hours of hanging out, I retired to my room. It turns out that the rest of the group stayed there for 5 hours while others left and we into Delhi for dinner.