As we were already running behind the clock, taking minimal stopovers on the way was the sanest decision we could make.
The clock had struck 10:30 at night, when we could feel the chills in the air, when we could hear the roar of the river, when we could see "babas" roaming around aimlessly, chanting "Jai Bhole Nath", when the streets became familiar (it wasn't the first time I was visiting Rishikesh, hence.)
Thanks to my *best man's* contacts, it was almost a cake walk for us to find a comfortable accommodation.
One of his college friends, a local lite, took us to Hotel Surya, right across the magnificent Lakshman Jhula... It was a very basic hotel worth 500 per room, but equipped with all the basic amenities.
That night was the drunken high night, the musical night, the crack-jokes-on-each-other night. It was nearly 3-4 a.m. next morning when we hit our beds.