On the way back to Srinagar, there was a landslide. We had to wait quite a while for a backhoe to clear the roadway.
On the way back to Jammu. This was the place where I had first met Shabir's brother. This place is known for their cricket bats. And I don't remember its name.
Just across the border in Punjab, military tanks being transported, while we wait for a flat tire to be changed.
My first night in Dalhousie was enlivened by forest fires. The corner of the building, at the left of the photo, was my bathroom. It was a little funny to see them fighting a forest fire with a little pink hose.
Fire coming from another direction. They were up until 5am. I went to bed at 1am. I wasn't worried.
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