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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.
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