The morning after the night before was difficult for some of my fellow travellers. Emerging from rooms, sporting shades and with that tentative gait of someone who is not sure of the ground, they gravitate towards the restaurant. I won't name names here, as that would not be fair of me, but our young Australian friend, yet to be seen, who led the debauch has a lot to answer for. He provided a bucket of cocktails and a bottle of rum to get the party started. He was gererous to one and all and I am pretty sure the bucket even made the tour of the kitchen staff. The two traveller groups did come together last night and under the influence of much alcohol, many splifs and innumerable chilums tales were told, friendships made and ideas exchanged. Talk ranged from India to Israel, people to politics and from life to love. Songs were sung and an impromptu jam session between a 100/- guitar and a bamboo didgeriedoo was as memorable as it was remarkable. Our group included people from 25 to 52, of British, Isreali, Australian, Indian and South Korean extractions. I don't think I have ever seen a better group of new and interesting people. So in answer to my question of yesterday "Are there really two groups or will people join together to make a single group but with a wide range of types?", I reply yes, they did come together. I don't think the younger ones are any different to the older ones. They are more switched on perhaps to the technologies and the possibilities of social networking. The older ones travel perhaps for shorter times for reasons of career and family. Yet both groups are united by their love of travel for its own sake and of India, this amazing, frustrating, vast and beautiful place.