A new camp by the river Balj, 17 km north of Dadal. But mosquitoes rule here.
By night fall we were burning dried dung to drive the little beggars away. At one point we took the bucket into the cabin. It worked, giving us a bit free night.
But before the battle of the mosquitoes we had a chance to climb the hill
and contemplate the beauty of it all.
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