The wood collector.

Pulang, again.

I was trailing behind everyone in the trekking group, taking pictures and generally enjoying the evening sun. Soon I realised that I've finally lost track of even Roopa and Teja, who were very tired and therefore waddling close ahead of me. I felt slight panic but was a bit busy to attend to that.

Then he came across. He grinned. He sat down on the fence and grinned again.

With sign language and sound bits, I asked him where in Pulang is the Youth Hostel. He conveyed that there is no Youth Hostel in Pulang. Then he grinned again and looked at the camera.

He was sure that I want to take his picture, but I wasn't so sure. I was thinking, like, look at this land, it is so breathtakingly beautiful in this evening, I have little time for silly humans!

I am glad that I finally gave in. But what was his name? Gopal? Rampal? Veerendar?