We sat in on rocks in a brook and took off again sometime later. Fortunately for us , a car arrived just then and we promptly reached our arms out , hitched a ride till Kashele ( half an hour) . On the way back I saw him again. Through the windshield , the bastard was clearly visible – the dead frog. Still open-throated ,but with a smirk on his face and perhaps a middle finger jolted up in triumph.
After a meal , we waited for a bus . I scouted in vain for a plate of Biryani until the bus arrived. We boarded and got down at Karjat , at 7:30 in the evening. We had a train to catch , at 7:30 in the evening.
Tickets were bought instantly and then , as if by satanic providence , a computerized voice announced a two-hour delay!
An hour later , we boarded whichever train we could and fortunately , got a seat to lay our bottoms on.
The deserters managed to pull off the climb and went through hell to reach the temple , relieved , feeling accomplished. After relishing their victory , they savoured bhutta (grilled corn) , saw the temple around and then took a bus at 7 to Pune and were the only ones in the bus.