Close encounters of the third kind!!

We had to bid adieu to the vast expanse of polished concrete on the Mumbai-Pune express-way and take the turn to enter Khandala. The aroma of the moist earth, drizzle dripping from the concrete express-way above and the sudden chill in the wind with its tranquil fragrance blended in consortium to engender a heady concoction, of languor and apathy. We were no more in a mood to bike any further and felt its best to rest the limbs.

But before we could lay down, of foremost importance was the fact that we scout for a roof over our head. As empowered customers, we visited several hotels, and finally settled in The White House. The receptionist promised us all our little indulgences that Panda has mentioned earlier.

But sleep, we did not ;)