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We left McLeod Ganj at 10am which was a far more civilised time than the buses at 5am and 6am,
We had opted for the luxury of our own driver as this also gave us the option to stop whenever we wanted to for food/drinks/washroom/leg stretches/photographs.
Almost as soon as we left McLeod Ganj which mean dropping 500m, it stopped raining and the sun shone on us for the first time properly in days.
As we dropped lower and lower it got warmer ...
... teach them the use of pointing. When we go to a grocery store or the bazaar (as we have here in India), this child can point to what they want or need. This is universal! - Wh can also teach them signs. No one needs to be fluent in sign language to understand common signs. It's great because at SOREM after every single activity, the teachers have the students motion with their hands and say "finished" (in an adorable Indian accent that is said like "feeeeneeeshhhedd"). - ...
... prayed to Allah and worshipped him in mosques. When asked about the death penalty in India, he told us that assisted suicide was not legal in India. I wonder if our questions and answers sound similarly wacky to them.
We also experienced one medical incident worthy of note beyond the predictable cases of upset stomachs and regurgitation. About midway into the journey, our bus made a forced stop for a ...
... or outside the box thinking or questioning authority. Can you imagine? I guess the chaos and free spirit is just left to driving on the streets of this country! More to come…and I will put up more photos, but it takes forever to upload them and I pay preciously for internet access from these ritzy hotels. We are also subject to frequent blackouts, which just kill the process of uploading. One day ...
... of such shops along the mountain passes. Hmmmm. We watched as the skilled mechanics removed the tire, patched it up (even making it match all the other patches that we could now see adorned said tire) and put it back on the bus, sending us on our way. It was hour six, during a Chai Break (see below), that we had Burst Tire #2. Kian and I were calmly sipping our Maaza (a fantastic sugary mango drink made by coca-cola) on the shady ...