On the way to Mungalam village you cross along a basic country road a lot of small villages where no foreigners pass, certainly not by motorbike. First they keep some distance but then you are welcomed with some shyness and soon they make you feel at home. The environment feels like paradise.

I stopped my bike to take a shot of this road.
Three men were talking, the one sitting in a white wasti appropriate for a Sunday, the other wearing a loungi to work.
It was already 16:45 o'clock, time to go further before it becomes totally dark.