Scary Bus Journey
Trip Start Dec 01, 1992
125Trip End Jun 01, 1993
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With the train only going as far as Jamnagar we decided to make a stopover there.
We went to Dwarka station by horse and cart, something we soon regretted when we saw that to make the horse gallop the driver was whipping it and leaving sores on its back.
It was about a three hour journey to Jamnagar and once there we checked into a very basic hotel near the bus station, somewhere to hang out and keep our stuff in until the late night bus to Bhuj.
Jamnagar was renowned for its tie die products and so we went to check out their market area in the town. What was available quite impressed us and I ended up buying two die dye kurta pyjamas, and Andy bought some nice wall hangings.
Jai got given a scarf as we were leaving.
We returned to our hotel room and from watching telly there learnt of bombs that had lately killed and maimed people in Calcutta and Bombay. It appeared to be the start of a campaign instigated by Moslems.
We feared that if this got worse even returning to Delhi could prove risky.
That night we began our journey to Bhuj on a bus run by a private company.
The driver was a manic maniac who hogged the road at breakneck speed. For once, having the front seats was not good, for we could observe too much.
I couldn't help envisioning my sister on her own fatal bus ride in Thailand and I was close to tears, so fearful I was that Jai and I would share her fate, and thinking of my mother receiving the news about her last remaining loved ones.
The sense of helplessness was overwhelming. I imagined that, like my sister, we would be thrown through the glass in front of us and suffer head injuries. I had to get Andy to move a boy from the seats behind us so that I could take Jai there, away from the sight of the glass screen, and there I lay down with him, cutting off the awareness of how dangerous our situation was.
In this way we managed to sleep.
My fear of impending danger was not imagined either.
We, luckily, did not crash, but another bus just like ours did, and this we passed on our journey. The bus had been abandoned and was still blocking a large area of the road, totally squashed up from a head on collision.
I much preferred to travel on trains. Indian driving was awful. How often we had seen lorries overturned by the roadsides.
Madly manic, thats what they were.