Feeling exhausted again after a couple days in Amritsar, we suffered the long, obnoxious bus journey to Dharamsala. Long because it required many hours, hard seats and a few transfers; obnoxious because we travelled at the same time as the beginning of some kind of local university break. The result of this timing is that we shared the busrides with packs of loud, cocky, young men screaming in our ears at eachother across the bus, listening to distorted, too-loud-for-the-speakers Hindi pop tunes on their mobile phones, and, in one unfortunate case, reaching between the seat and backrest to
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