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The next morning was peaceful, and the small lake where we anchored for the night slowly came to life with fishermen in their boats. We had at least 3 cups of masala chai to get the cobwebs out from the night before...thank goodness for chai! It was great to watch the surroundings come alive while sitting just above the surface of the water.
One of the most interesting/annoying parts was the argument that we overheard after sunset. There was another houseboat anchoring in the same lagoon and supposedly (according to our man, Manosh) they had been trolling after sunset, which is against the law (but not so well enforced). Well, the houseboat had ripped a fisherman's net and the fisherman had gone to the houseboat to collect for a new net; you can imagine what happened after this....I think they were arguing for 2 hours about paying for the net. And, Manosh told us that this was because we had gone with the government boat (ours) and not the private boat (the one who broke the net). Interesting.