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Colourful doors at the monastery |
From asceticism to consumerism, we went for a brief clothes shopping session, where we tried to be 'down with the kids' but failed to buy anything tie-died. Then it was time to board the bus for Delhi. As veterans of some epic bus journeys in South America, a fifteen-hour overnighter sounded like a brief trip. And after our bus ride from Chittru to Manali, it would also be a safe and easy one. Wouldn't it?
Barring lengthy and inexplicable stops during the first few hours of the ride, this hypothesis seemed correct. At first. Then, at 2:30am, we were all told to get off the bus and move to a different one as ours had a fault. While inconvenient, this didn't seem like much of a problem until we saw the state of the new, 'non-faulty' bus.
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"You know Susan, I think they intend to drive it Delhi like this" |
After driving tentatively for a few hundred metres the driver clearly decided that, hot as it was, he didn't fancy a glass shower that night, so he decided to kick out the windscreen completely. After a few minutes work with knives and hands, he had reduced it to a glass carcass lying in the road while we drove off into the night. Now for the 250km ride to Delhi without a windscreen!
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