Eight Hour Chat
May 29th 2016 We were all up bright and breezy got our bus. Cas, Bob, Ed and Hat caught a taxi and Tom and I walked to the bus station. Well, station is not an accurate description; imagine a street with 15 coaches parked up on the left hand side. Cas had bought some delicious Masala Tea from a girl about Hat's age. It was sweet and spiced with ginger, cardamom, cloves and pepper.
The bus left on time at
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