Morning would come soon enough with varying options for breakfast – sometimes rice porridge, parathas or poha. The tasks of purifying water from nearby hand pumps and packing up were dealt with and it wouldn’t be long before all the equipment was stowed away the boards and we would be ready to set off for another day of paddling; occasionally on our own but more often than not surrounded by the well-wishers who had watched us come in the night before. We’d push off and within a few minutes be on our own with nothing but the river and the splashing of our paddle strokes and many hours of thinking time, or music for those that had it, ahead of us. That was unless the fantastic sight of the Ganges River dolphins making an appearance distracted us. After 101 days and nearly 3,000km paddled, the guys arrived at the mouth of the Ganges at GangarSagar.
