Just over the river bed, there is a small Shiva shrine of दोलालेश्वर महादेव। त्यहाँ दर्शन गरे पछि I was so tempted to cross the suspension bridge over the सुनकोशी which was just a few hundred meters away. I walked along the trail carved high above the Sunkosi and reached the झोलुङ्गे पुल। त्यहाँ पुग्दा आनन्द आयो। There was no sound from the highway despite being within a 5 minute walk away and there was virtually no pollution. I crossed the bridge looking at the swollen waters of the Sunkosi, and followed the trail for a few minutes where a makeshift चिया पसल existed. Now it was time to return to the highway, accomplish the mission, and return home before it was late. I reluctantly crossed the ridge separating the rivers and returned to the bustling market. एउत पसलमा छिरें where साहूनी was busy frying fishes. एक सिसि San Miguel मगाएर I watched the street activity. There were several buses traveling between Kathmandu and Barabise, Jiri, Chautara etc. Many children were busy selling snacks to the passengers. Soon my order of माछा र चिउरा arrived. एक घुट्का बियर and a bite of सानो सानो crispy fried fish followed by some चिउरा, के चाहियो र अरु? अर्को हाफ प्लेट पनि थपेर खाएँ। घर त फर्किनै पर्यो। I reluctantly boarded a Kathmandu जाने बसको छानो। I imagined being in the business class of a Boeing 747, owing to its position on the upper deck as well as the availabilty of fresher air and more space. Another reason I chose to sit on the roof was to take a better view of the Panchkhal Valley where I had spent a week running a camp to promote environmental conservation awareness just a couple of weeks ago. Soon after leaving दोलालघाट and passing through some huts along the चाक खोला, the bus stopped at लामिडाँडा, the first major bazaar after Dolalghat. It was also the site we had spent half a day for "Lamidanda Cleanup" where we had tried to educate the locals (through the local school children participating in our camp) on proper methods of waste disposal. Our campers had worked very hard to remove the trash beside the highway as well as to remove the plastic pieces and bricks from the drain while educating the locals to do the same. We were quite irked at the locals' indifference on our campaign. During the camp counselors meeting that evening, we wholeheartedly praised our participant children while terming the adults as "bhedas." Well, to my disappointment (although already expected from the day of the clean up), the bazaar looked as dirty as before. क्रमश: