Initially, as this was the new route to both of us, Pritushji and me, we enjoyed the bike ride. The road spiraled up to the hill peaks. Bends after bends and hills after hills were crossed. But Sim Bhanjyang which was written many times in the milestones would never come. It looked from below that we are heading to one hill and later we would reach to another. Moreover, it was early morning and the fog had really darkened the surroundings. Both of us would break jokes and sense of humor in both of us made the trip not very boring. But Pritushji was seriously feeling cold.
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