I got the coach OK – after a bit of wandering around behind the station. Had to pay an extra 500 IR for Rowenna and they wouldn’t let me climb into the luggage hold to secure her, so I’ll swear I heard her sliding all over the shop for the entire journey. I was allocated ‘4L’ which was a single rubber couch on the ground with very little view out of the window, and swaying curtains to screen me off from the centre walkway. Every bump, every bounce, every acceleration is felt in all my internal organs. If the coach braked suddenly, I would feel myself sliding down to end up wedged, feet first against the front of my little space. With my elbow and knee pressed up against the coach wall, I think I slept. I had to hold on to my bladder for a good 10 minutes before the one and only stop en route. Bengaluru finally.
Lazy morning, and finished knitting the Montenegro square – (bodies on the beach). I had a splash out meal (ie, slightly extravagant, but still cheap by English prices) at a restaurant called Martin’s. Then I went to Kadampa Bus Station and ‘wasted’ the entire afternoon, sat reading my book. Apparently the place has been due a revamp for the past several years, but as it is, it reminds me of the old Newton Abbot bus station – only filled with rubbish.
I got the coach OK – after a bit of wandering around behind the station. Had to pay an extra 500 IR for Rowenna and they wouldn’t let me climb into the luggage hold to secure her, so I’ll swear I heard her sliding all over the shop for the entire journey. I was allocated ‘4L’ which was a single rubber couch on the ground with very little view out of the window, and swaying curtains to screen me off from the centre walkway. Every bump, every bounce, every acceleration is felt in all my internal organs. If the coach braked suddenly, I would feel myself sliding down to end up wedged, feet first against the front of my little space. With my elbow and knee pressed up against the coach wall, I think I slept. I had to hold on to my bladder for a good 10 minutes before the one and only stop en route. Bengaluru finally.
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