Journey to Chhinchu

October 2

     The three hour bus ride was epic on every level. Did you google or YouTube the buses yet?  The bus was packed to full that the aisles were spilling over with people who were standing. Livestock ride on buses around here as well. People were hanging out the doors, and sitting on the roof with all the big luggage.  Music (usually Hindi) blasted from a crackly speaker, but was muted about every ten seconds by the buses "bleed from the ears" horn. 

     There is no adequate way to describe the horrendous condition of the roads. The higher we drove in to the mountains, the more landslides the bus had to somehow navigate around.  Traveling this way while sick is very "special"; we were starting to question if I should have come.  Once in Chhinchu, we stayed in a hotel one night with the hope that I would recover completely.  Meanwhile, Janaac and his family continued on with their trek in to the village. They told us the Pastor from the village would "come and get us" in the morning.  Okay.

On a positive note, the view from our hotel room

in Chhinchu was lovely. I was in no frame of mind

to take many pictures during this bus ride...so this 

post is a bit lacklustre.