He does.
Its the end of town.
We are sitting on a piece of dirt on the highway with only an advertising board to keep us sheltered from the sun. No sign - that says bus stop - or of people anywhere. A stray goat for company.
Three buses pass us before one stops. We both get a seat (not next to each other) and with bags on our laps we head off. The bus booms out a Bollywood film on 2 small tvs in the front. Volume level is Max plus 10. Oh well at least we aren't in a cab.
The bus ride is about an hour and a half and costs 60 rupees for the both of us (about 70pence). I just wish they would spend the money they receive on any of the following;
- Doors (front and back)
- Driver Education
- Suspension and/or shock absorbers
- Brakes
The road is flat but has numerous curves and every time we approach one I'm wondering how we either don't topple over or someone doesn't fall out. Its not that we are travelling fast its just that the driver doesn't slow down for corners. I try and concentrate on the film, after all its in Hindi and a mix between Jackie Chang and a Peter Sellars flick. How bad can it be? Well its better than watching the road.
Sim ...I sat in the bus, just beside the door opening, shitting myself that someone was going to fall out. I had heard two stories of people falling out of driving buses due to the lack of doors. I could see the back of Ant's head and he looked like he was chatting to the guy next to him - looked like a cricket chat. We got to our destination in one piece.
Our bus, DVD and all
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