#upper dharamkot

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Fried chicken and smokes to accompany the late night drunken uphill haul.  

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The house we stayed in, the family we stayed with. Hooked on to the charm of brief friendships. 

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Mountains make one fond of soap, toothbrush, and stainless steel. And makes one dance this dance. 

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Somewhere on the way to Rakker in Upper Dharamkot we stumbled on a row of shiny golden mushrooms of different shapes. Suspicious of the magic that they might be withholding, we brought them down to the village to ask more about them. Our suspicions came true. Ah, the joy.