I stayed in Barot till afternoon the next day. Biding my evening by sitting around bonfires with the locals making conversations about the currency bans, the production of hashish this season, the treks that one could take from Barot to Biling or Rajagunda (preferred by locals when they want to take a break from all the tourist rush ) . Conversations about cleanliness in the face of onslaught of plastic and beer bottles, the whims and will of travelling and so on.
The night temperatures dropped closed to 0 Degrees, but my dinner was accompanied by a couple of pegs of Royal Stag offered to me by strangers who were happy to know that I was travelling alone through Himachal. ( This is the short version of the story, the longer in due time )
A few more photos that I could not help but capture in my amateurish attempts to make the moments and quietude last.