A Disfunctional Diary of India - Chandigarh to Sarahan: Day 24

Essentially today was our first full day on the road and we wanted to make the most of it, so we were up at 4:30AM, bright eyed, bushy bearded  and ready to jam on a lengthy 300km ride to Sarahan. It went from good to great as we slowly abandoned the wide highway and began cruising on the narrow but promising path to the great wide open. No more big cities. No more touts. No schedules or bookings or tickets. All unwanted horse-shit from here on in would be run over by two wheels of freedom and left in the dust. And so we rode. Up, way up, into the mountains - over, under and through a photo album of peaks n' valleys until we arrived at the edge of Sarahan and looked down at a unique temple that towered as the focal point of the village. It was divided into two parts. One built in the 12 century and and one in the 1920's. As we rode in we were greeted by waves and high fives from the children playing on the street. We were waved onward to the temple where we parked and entered to find beds inside a large dorm for only 50 Rupees. It was nearly 6:00pm and we were beat from over twelve hours in motion, but the village and it's amazing view were calling us out for a walk. We ate a big bowl of soup and the best momos yet at a small kitchen run by an old Nepalize couple. Then we smoked and watched the sun disappear behind the mountains. I had a talkative buzz from the charas so I struck up a conversation with a knowledgeable fellow from Mumbai. He explained the game of Cricket to me in full detail as we watched a game on T.V. in a cantina. A very well spoken lad, he was. I believe his name was Agee.
Right before I hit the bed a group of Americans showed up at the dorm. They were traveling by Jeep on a similar path than us. That's about all I learned about them. I was tired and talked out, but not ready to sleep so I stayed up to write this.