Ulleri bata pani Himal dekhinu parne ho, tara badal le chhekisakeko thiyo. Waripari ka danda haru ani Bhurungdi Khola ko phaant ko bhane ramrai drishya dekhiyo. I noticed several churches within a distance of a few hundred meters. The missionaries must have been very successful converting the people there. After lunch at one of the lodges, we began our descent. Aba ko bato bhane ekdam apthero. Dhungai dhunga chhapeko khudkila haru bhaeko thado oralo jharnu thiyo jhandai ek ghanta jati ko. The trail was pretty crowded with a large number of trekkers as well as mule caravans bound uphill. Dhunga mathi tekera hinda ta khutta dukhne, I tried to walk from the side whenever possible. In one instance, a mule literally brushed past me, it must have been very difficult for them to walk over the stones. Je hos jaso taso tyo jyaanmara oralo siddhayera Tirkhedhunga jhariyo. There were two suspension bridges close to each other spanned high over the streams. Tespachi kehi ber araam garera aghi badhiyo. A short and easy descent brought us to Hille, from where we were to follow the Bhurungdi Khola. We were stuck sitting on the low wall beside the trail for a few minutes to allow a large mule caravan to pass (rule of the trail: mule caravans almost exclusively have the right of way). Finally, the trail was level for the most part. At one point, there was a wooden bridge over the Bhurungdi, ani Parbat jilla pani chhoincha bhanera cross gari farkie. Passing through villages of Sudame, Matathanti, and Ramghai (forgot the order in which they fall. World mapji le naksa taasidinu bhaeko bhae thammyauna sakinthyo ki), and numerous waterfalls, we arrived Birethanti just before dusk. We lost altitude by about 2000 meters that day. Modi Khola ko kinarai ma raheko Riverside Lodge ma baas basiyo. That lodge was located right next to the more upscale Laxmi Lodge. Surprisingly, I saw the staff making many food runs to Laxmi. I wonder how much more the Laxmi guests had to pay for the same food. Another surprise to me was that Birethanti, a major village in the area, still did not have electricity despite of being located barely 3 or 4 km upstream from the Modi Khola powerhouse. Furthermore, Nayapul, along the Pokhara-Baglung highway just a half hour walk away, already had electricity from the national grid as of 1997. Enough talking about electricity, we had our beer and dal bhaat under laltin ko ujyaalo. By 8 pm, it appeared that all trekkers had retired to their rooms. I decided to socialize with the lodge staff, porters, and guides. One of the guides was a native of Solukhumbu and educated in Darjeeling. Everyone enjoyed listening to his veg and non-veg jokes, all told in typical Darjeeling accent. Kehi ber geet haru pani gaiyo. Just before 10 pm, sabai jana afno kotha tira lagyaun. Ek chin samma ta Modi Khola susairaheko suninthyo, kun bela bhusukkai nidaiecha. KRAMASHA