Sweat, pee and water

Dennis always used to say 'traveling is hard work' and it is. It's also rewarding, but there has come a time in every journey here in India where I am soaked with sweat, uncertain what to do next, tired, hungry or have to go to the bathroom and wondering why I want to do it the hard way! Then again, I am not sure there is really an easy way here. When you are that hot, you want a lot of water, but when you are trapped on the bus, you don't want to feed the other end of that process-trying to put it delicately, sorry if I offend!

Took the train from Bundi to Chattargarh then whooshed over to the bus station via tuk-tuk and got a seat on a bus leaving right away for Udaipur. No time for food or bathroom, oh well, it's only 2-3 hours, right?

The train ride was lovely, through countryside being farmed mostly with manual labor. I saw women in saris threshing long stalks of grain, and oxen pulling some sort of plow. Very neat.

I was dripping sweat when I got on the bus, and until it moved, there was no breeze. To add to the fun, you would not believe how many people you can cram on a bus if you really want to. I was in a front seat on the 2 seat side with another westerner. Across the aisle in the 3 seat side, there were 3 women and 3 children. The aisles were jammed with standees most of the trip. I kept doing the bobble head thing, which perhaps was some sort of entertainment for other passengers.

Someone asked how I'm feeling. It started out as a wicked cold, now just the usual, so I'm ok. No tissue to be found in any stores so I keep a roll of toilet paper with me. I brought 2 with me, but they are long gone, but at least I can buy that here.

Off to explore now that I'm settled, showered, bladder emptied and fed.