Bandardewa was the place from where we had to turn north towards Ziro. But because of a single time zone in a vast country, the clock was no longer an accurate measure of the time we had. And, though it was still afternoon, the light had begun to dim and we had to find a place to crash for the night. In places like these, movement and activity is dictated by the Sun, and there was no hope of finding a vehicle that would take us to Ziro in the night. Luckily, some children suggested a place where we could stay, not far from the checkpoint.