A backwards tumbling auto with six people and a driver who whistled. We smelled of sweat and mud and wet grass. The auto took us away from the spider webs and yellow crabs and muddy trails.

It was a long day; stomach cramps and treks means you're probably not going all the way to the top. I wished I had though.

We played with a dog and fed it Parle G biscuits. The dog wouldn't let you go when you tried leaving. It was the nicest of dogs and the nicest of moments.

If you close your eyes and want to relive the day, well then, you know it's a day well spent.