The following morning, I was collected from my hotel for the seven hour drive to Giri. I took the portrait of the girl in the brown pashmina in a restaurant where we stopped for lunch. It was a festival day in the hills near Giri and we came across a 'witch doctor' who was in a trance and dancing/staggering in an increasingly erratic way. Eventually, some villagers tried to calm him down. We met the children on a walk through Giri after our arrival, and visited a monastery above Giri on the evening of 'pension day'.