After a very restful night of food and sleep at the hotel, Bobby awoke refreshed.
Bobby passed over a small river and the village of Gourjhamar.
When we explained our situation, the owner directed us a short way down an old broken-up road to a dilapidated shack.
He told us that was the old highway before the multi-lane one was built and that old building was the original dhaba.
We appreciated his hospitality and I updated the village contact of our location.
It was not long before a number of people from Surki arrived to say hello and I sat with them to plan Bobby’s speech there tomorrow.
When they left, we relaxed in the surrounding countryside with even Rahim a Satinder finding a spot under a tree by the old building.
I went to sleep thinking of change and that the old should not necessarily be forgotten.