If you haven’t already, take a look at our last update on India.
Time was pressing upon us, unfortunately, and it was time to leave sleepy Jaisalmer and begin our epic of an twenty six hour journey to Mumbai. Foolishly – because we never learn – we booked a twelve hour sleeper-bus to Ahmedabad for our first leg. Nothing pleases me more than knowing I’ll never put myself through another one of those body twisting, gut curling, marathons again (although this wasn’t to be our last sleeper-bus experience). Sleep is rarely an option. In fact the only real attraction that kept us coming back – and dragging my dad and sister with us once – was having our own private, curtain drawn space above the usual seating, which would have been dealt as a high card had it not been for the bum leaving the private abode on every corner and (there were many) sections of the road that had apparently been forgotten about since the road workers dusted off their hands with a job well done, leaving it very incomplete and certainly not well done.