Indian Buses and Me

I was told to take the bus to get me home from the volunteer centre.

"Don't take tuk-tuk. Too expensive."

Yes it is. 45/50 rupees compared to the 5/ rupees on taking the bus.

One of the guys walked me to the street and just loads me on the first bus that shows up....he yelled '8.....GO'. I hopped on....or rather squished my way in.

I had absolutely no idea where I was going...other than what they had written on a piece of paper for me. I handed it to someone on the bus......who just kept passing it to someone that could read it and then I get this nodding of the head that they would help.

I kept a look out for the nod.

I got it after a lot of stops and stares.....both men and female.

Happy to get off but still having no idea where I was...but knowing I was close.

The side streets are really smelly...mostly of piss from the guys who pee everywhere...so I had to walk on the street trying to not get run over.

With my handy hotel business card and my luck of finding someone that could read, I made it home safe and sound.

I love taking the bus!