We had our last breakfast at the Wildflower hall and headed back [by road this time] to Kalka. We vouched we would go back there may be after a decade just to relive the magical time we had, once again in restrospect.
The lunch at a small dhabha enroute felt was good. It was proper desi style food and we enjoyed it after some serious tablecloth type food in the Wildflower Hall.
Once we were in the train from Kalka to Delhi, we were welcomed back to the real world. Lots of kids doing lots of noise and jumping around you always is irritating and this time was no different.
And Delhi sucks bigtime. It started at the airport, then the railway station [even today] and the autowallahs/taxiwalas are the same all over India. A pestering lot, they are.
Me in the morning
S enjoys her 'chai'
Two empty glasses told a tale
One of the local fruit vendors seen on our way down to Kalka
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