Both lunch and dinner were taken in the dining room of the hotel. As can be imagined, for the mandali, as Chanji noted in his diary ironically, to be seated in a formal dining room, being served by a retinue of waiters, and eating delicious fare off china plates with spoons and forks was quite a change from their usual, meager wayside meals under a tree!
On Saturday, 27 July 1929, they left Lahore for Rawalpindi, which they reached at 4:15 P.M. and then spent hours trying to find somewhere to spend the night. There was no dak bungalow and the places they saw were filthy. They ended up spending night at a serai, camped underneath a tree (quite the opposite of the experience the day before, when they had rested two nights in a fine hotel). The mandali slept on the ground, in the open, while Baba slept in the bus alone.
Leaving Rawalpindi the next day, they stopped at 1:00 P.M. for lunch at the Imperial Hotel in Murree. They arrived at the Kohala dak bungalow that evening. It was a continuous ascent to Kohala through the foothills of the Himalayas, so driving was slow and arduous. But the scenery was spectacular. Several times Baba and the men got down to admire the mist on the mountains. But they had to get down several other times, as well, to push the bus, which had become stuck in the mud. By the time they arrived at Kohala, the men were exhausted.
They left again early the next morning. On the banks of the Jhelum River they came across a wonderful looking old man who appeared to be a beggar but whose face was exceptionally bright. The old man stood up as their bus passed and folded his hands in obeisance without saying a word.
There was a sliding window between Baba's cabin and the driver's seat, for Baba to instruct Padri. After traveling some distance, Baba signaled from his sliding window to halt the bus on a bridge (between highway stones no. 10/9 and 10/11).
Baba got down, and taking off his coat, he viewed the surrounding mountains and valleys, remarking, "This place is splendid; here blows the breeze of the Path!"
Baba went to a nearby stream and, putting his hands in the flowing waters, drank a few mouthfuls.