Two days later on 26th April, we find ourselves in Dhotrey, a 3 hr drive from Darjeeling. An expectant look around the horizon to see Kanchendzonga betrays the diminishing hope that I had. After a mishandled episode of putting blames, and the death of a local – both unrelated incidents, dirt finally hit our shoes – in the literal sense that is. Our trail was a well laid one, almost too well laid for some. It was a constant ascent, but manageable. We moved in groups, the same groups that we had come from. In the orientation meeting a leader and a deputy was chosen amongst us – Shubham and Sowmya. Convention says that the leader follows the pack at the back while the deputy leads from the front.