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Indian public buses can be very uncomfortable; wooden seats, no suspension and obviously no air conditioning. This particular journey was the tail end of  two days of bumpy transportation from Kashmir to Delhi. As we neared the city the passengers started to become less rural and more smartly urban. Except for us. After 5 weeks of backpacking we had reached a level of dishevelment that would  even deter the tenacious street vendors from hassling us.   Back on the bus,  Julian was sitting to my left when I took this photo. He was still stoned after accepting a smoke from a complete stranger. I wasn't stoned, but my sanity had been shaken loose and was probably rolling around on the floor somewhere. Outside, the warm afternoon rain had started to fall. We hadn't seen rain since we left Delhi a month earlier. It made it feel like we were coming home.