Night bus

The trip from Pushkar to Jaisalmer was an experience and a half! Before leaving, Raghu invited to join him and his family for dinner. He arranged for the bus to pick me up from his house, and then gave me a hug and kiss goodbye, giving me one final order: "You must come back to Pushkar!". I slipped in a turd just at the same time, which kind of spoilt the moment.

Then another 15 people were crammed in the minibus with me (you couldn't see the driver for rucksacks) and it was breakneck speed to Ajmer. I was nearly sick. This is no mean feat, bearing in mind the number of my dad's trips I have had to do!! It was inimical Indian driving: overtaking blind on hairpin bends etc. At Ajmer, there were no loos as we waited for the luxury coach: Indians don't make it easy for girls sometimes.

The sleeper bus finally arrived at around 11:30pm. I was pooped already. It was a strange contraption. There were normal seats, as you'd expect on a coach. And above them there was a second level, where the luggage racks would normally be; and little cabins where someone could lie lengthways. On the right side, there was a double bed space, and on the left, single. Unfortunately, there was no space for my rucksack under the coach, so I had to bring it on board with me. A mini stress followed when I discovered this [good looking] bloke and I had the same seat number. But it was a mistake, and I didn't get to share a double! ;)

Instead I clambered upstairs to my berth and tried to drop off. It was difficult, bearing in mind that no vehicle worth its roadworthiness can go for 100 yards without tooting. And then there was a blowout or two. Yep, you get the picture. Eleven *knackering* hours later, I got here. Yippee. I am now off for a beer.

Muchos besos.