I am in my tent now, it is 6:35 pm near Senapati. I am alone and a bit scarred. But I have my knife in my sleepingbag, in case someone attack me.
We write day eight on my journey. The day was nice, the sun was shining. The only problem: we, a friend and me, could not get cash from the ATM. But it was a problem from the ATM, not from my card. I startet hiking around 1 pm. One the way I have meet a group of people they invited me to eat with them: pork, meat, a few vegetables and dog. I asked where they got the dogmeat, they said the dog was a pet of one of them. The taste was ok, but the knowledge it is a dog was too much, I did not eat more. Now I am in my sleepingbag and remember the day.