A family of seven rides by on a motorbike. That’s Dad, a mom in a sari and five kids. The youngest is in Mom’s arms as she straddles the scooter sidesaddle. The next youngest is in Dad’s a4ms. The other three kids hang on loosely like everyone does this all the time.
All on a skinny little motorbike.
Things go further and last longer here.
We arrived in Delhi and took our belongings ouyt of the modern caverns and headed for the bus. The heat, which is our constant accomplice, met us at the door.
You learn quickly that air conditioning blows in a straight line and that aisle seats are where it’sat.
We scurried to the Likir Housea sweet little Tibetan guest house about sn hiyr;s ride from the airport. Don was there already. Hed joined up withArie and Jess who flew in through Switzerland.
It was a short, refreshing pit stop.
Back on the jitney in an hour, we headed to the train station for another night of travel.
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