We were crackling with expectation - holidays stretched ahead of us.
Nowadays going-down day has a very different flavour.
Its not the beginning of the hols but the end.
The whole day drags towards the time when the taxi will come and take you down. Things are packed up in stages. The inevitable parting looms large.
Yesterday we came down the mountain. A last lunch on the terrace at Shanti Kunj - and finally the time was up. A specially slow ride down the hill (to shield my back - mercifully no problems due the the skilled driver Jagdish) and a supper with our dear friends Sam and Margaret Thomas - before we finally got on the night train to Delhi.
Another holiday blissfully over. Today we are camping in the heat of Delhi. Tomorrow we return to Thane and the next chapter of our lives.
Going down day.