Another depressing and unseasonably monsoonal day. With that, we told Sula that we give up. Let's head all the way back to Phalgram and we'll just find a hotel there because we're not going to sleep out Aru on wet ground again. Instead, Sula negotiated with the owner and we paid 30 rupees to move inside this hovel to occupy the big bare room with a filthy toilet you can sit on. We had planned on sleeping on the meats until the French lady told us about her experience of being bitten by fleas last night. If that didn't give me the heebie-jeebies, the young American told us mice run around the floor at night. That took care of that! Forget the mats instead Sula moved the erect tent from the porch to inside the room. At least, if we sleep inside in the tent, everything will be zipped up.

Saib'ra concocted eggs, toast and coffee for breakfast and set to work making the mid-morning snack before we even finished breakfast. The rest of the day was spent drying our clothes in front of a fire (or shall we say attempting to dry clothes, laid around in our sleeping bags and ate while listening to the rain come down.