Well, one just like it. There is no such thing as "full" on any form of transport in India, so the aisles were packed and people were hanging out the doors the whole way (yes, for fourteen hours). Behind us, a woman was vomiting out the window and in the aisle a man was vomiting on my backpack, which I chose not to send up to the roof rack. Forgot to mention that.Thursday, September 6, 2007
The Bus We Rode In On...
Well, one just like it. There is no such thing as "full" on any form of transport in India, so the aisles were packed and people were hanging out the doors the whole way (yes, for fourteen hours). Behind us, a woman was vomiting out the window and in the aisle a man was vomiting on my backpack, which I chose not to send up to the roof rack. Forgot to mention that.
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I hope I'm not being insensitive, but this image cracks me up. I'm going to print it out. Alysson
GROSSS!!! did you keep your backpack?
Insensitivity. Eh.
I had to keep my backpack, there's no replacing it. I emptied it and gave it a good scrubbing with detergent (bleach didn't translate in the shop). The smell remains, faint, but still present.
Why were there so many people vomiting on the bus? Is there a special reason, or is that something that normally happens?
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