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The Bus Ride (Himalayan Mountains Nepal 2003)

As the bus rode through the molting pine forest and the crumbling ochre rock formations; bits of colorful cellophane litter brought the only relief to the eye. Inside, behind a profusion of people, boxes, backpacks and assorted baggage babies slept. The bus creaked, shook and groaned its way down the serpentine, asphalt, mountain track. Passengers chattered away in Indian, Nepalese, Danish and English, abrasively punctuating a Universal discourse; As the vehicle draped from roof to bumper, careened from rock walls to sheer ledges, beeping. Stray pets and wayward cyclist dodged its downward flight Into the valleys maw.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 1/6/2009 7:12:00 PM
This reminds me of my own hair-raising rides in buses/rickshaws along the mountains in northern India. I liked all the small details you included, like the cellophane and crazy cyclist.
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Date: 1/6/2009 3:25:00 PM
Amazing trip, I felt as if I was riding in that bus taking in all the sights....always, Christy
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