Traveling in the bus in India is a constant adventure full of new sights, sounds, smells and all manner if sensory experience. Everyone drives here by the grace of God alone. No stop signs, lights, etc. You just blow the horn which means “get out of the way or I’ll run over you.” They merge into little roundabouts. Camels, oxen, bicycles, motorcycles, horses, buses. If it moves it’s in the stream of traffic carrying everyone it could possible hold.
Now on a 12 hour bus ride there will have to be multiple stops to accommodate the many needs to our group. Bathrooms are practically non- existent and still nature calls. We take on the local habits and pee roadside. What a spectacle we are. Women all in rows, we use our shawls, blankets etc., to provide some sense of modesty for one another.
Somehow it is incredibly freeing to be so close to the natural world. I’m reminded to Dr. Olyes’ prescription for good health written in the 1900’s-
“Eat when you’re hungry, sleep when you are tired, when nature calls answer, and NEVER think of anything else when making love.”
Here’s to your good health!