After that insane spell of driving for getting to Dharchula, we woke up looking like zombies the next morning. Also, as a welcome to Dharchula’s Kumaon Scouts, there was an all-nighter power cut. While Dharchula is in the hills of Uttarakhand, it wasn’t exactly cool. At a day-high of about 31 degrees Celcius, we were lucky the night was cooler and we were able to sleep with just the ceiling fan.
The first business of the day was determined when we checked out the cars in the morning. The Ertiga had a flat and we weren’t sure we would find a repair workshop that would know how to fix a tubeless tyre. Luckily we didn’t have to search too long and the tyre was fixed and we found the culprit. Check out the metal screw in my palm at bottom right!
Second order of the day was to get ourselves some tidbits to munch on from the Kumaon Scouts CSD Canteen. While we were there, I spotted a childhood favorite. Woodward’s Gripe Water! I was squealing like a little kid when I saw it on the shelf. It didn’t feel like it tasted the same but then I don’t exactly recall what the taste was like from when I was a child.
After we were back to our asbestos-lined rooms, I tried to get some selfies. Focus is always a problem but I wanted to put the tripod to use. I had carried it all the way from Delhi and if I didn’t even use it once, I would never carry it again to any of our trips.
The family was lured in to pose in front of the camera on the tripod as well
It had been a lazy day but the Kumaon Scouts Officers and families had planned a dinner for us in the evening and we headed to the Officers’ Mess for some small-station fun.
Live music, some dancing and singing, food and drinks. More importantly, all among Fauji family and friends.
Above my Mom and Dad with the Commanding Officer an his wife.
My most favorite snack ever. Roasted peanuts with chopped onions and chillies and salt. Drool! And don’t miss my expression below after I’d piled these high in my palm.
Will you look at him above right? SWOON LADIES! Uffff!
And soon after lovely dinner, the evening was a wrap. They served Tipsy as a pudding and I was too thrilled to even remember to photograph it. Besides I’d already overeaten and because I couldn’t possibly miss eating Tipsy, I ate three helpings of the pudding on top of that. It’s funny how holidaying with family always increases my appetite so much.
Dad and Mom signing in the Visitor’s Book before we call it a night.
Previous stories from this journey to and from Dharchula here.