Destination Doda

Dreamt that I was on my way to Doda with H & D. And that to by a local bus! The landscape and weather is still fresh in my mind. There were these huge brown, barren cliffs and emerald green Chenab could be seen raging and roaring in the valley below. For some reason the river was getting split into two by a narrow, sharp mountain side. I remember telling H that just by looking at the steep surface of the mountain on the opposite side you can imagine how high up we were moving and any accident would plummet us hundreds of feet into the icy cold water of the river below. Crossed over the river via a old rope bridge with a ghat and a temple on its left. Ghat was full of people in various stages of bathing and washing clothes. On the way got a call on my cell from Ma teling me that Pa was waiting for us at the village and we had not informed them how or when we are coming. As the connection was bad and full of static it got cut. As I was conveying this piece of info to H & D I saw that one of my cousin is also there on the same bus and he told us that we have to get off before Doda to walk towards my village. As it was already evening I was sure it would be night before we could walk up the mountain and with the weather becoming chillier by the minute the thought was not very welcoming. Was looking out of the window of the bus and wondering how to contact Pa when I woke up with a start on hearing the doorbell ring......