Now, the village of Birthi was really spectacularly beautiful. Though it was barely visible in the dim twilight the previous evening, the morning show really wowed us. As usual, KMVN has picked a perfect spot for a tourist guest house. It overlooks a massive valley, surrounded on all sides by very tall peaks. From the porch of the guest house, we could count 12 (that’s twelve) water falls in the hills all around.
The hills and vales, taken from our bedroom window.
Birthi is roughly what I would imagine heaven to look like. Apparently, Sandy and Prashi thought so too, and we decided to spend an extra day there. This would give sandy to recover from his falls of the day before, and also time to figure out exactly what was wrong with his bike. So while Sandy rested, Prashi and I decided to ride up to Munsiyari and back.
The village of Birthi.
The largest of the waterfalls was right in our backyard. A bridge built right next to the waterfall even allowed us to bathe in the spray. None of us was brave enough to venture to the bridge, though.
Prashi’s Patel snap next to the Birthi waterfall.
The spray from the waterfall makes a rainbow. Where’s the pot of gold ?
While we were clicking away outside the guest house, a couple of girls walked into the guest house. Prashi stepped in, and came back out in a hurry! He called to Sandy and I to come in, the evil bastard. The day, 19th, turned out to be Raksha Bandhan. The girls were cousins of the caretaker, and in their enthusiasm, tied one each to Prashi too. Not wanting to rest alone with his misfortune, Prashi had called us in to get a couple each ourselves.
Sandy suddenly mentioned that we, as brothers, should gift something to the girls. Since we had nothing else, we gave them money. Sandy gave them 50 each, and since I had only 100’s, gave them 100 each. The scared girls were afraid to take it initially, but then took it after the caretaker reassured them. The next thing we know, there’s a line of some 7-8 girls outside. Run !!! Hide !!!