They climb now and descend soon after and the only sign of humanity in most of these places is the flow of heavy carrier trucks and crowded buses. There are some houses but they did not see more than thirty during their entire fifteen kilometer stint on this stretch. The hills assume bizarre and ‘out of the world’ shapes, the clouds hug them and they are enveloped in wispy, foggy mist most of the time. The rains are relentless, there is neither a nook nor a cranny that is not damp, and everything looks endlessly drenched.
They had to stop before their intended halting point because there was too much of slush and walking through would have been very challenging for most of them. It was decided that they would cover the remaining distance the next day.
They were taken back 50 kilometers to Nashik to rest for the day as there was no habitation close by. There was no Satsang scheduled in the evening and they relaxed for rest of the day.