Its better to be late than early to heaven...

On this particular outing, I saw more people releaving themselves than any other time (my count is up to 50 men).  They have a saying (in your best indian accent) - Everywhere in India is Urinal....which is true.

Our walk down from the top of the falls we interrupted 3 women doin their business.  While the bus was stopped (for some reason we were never told but the bus ride home was detained for almost 1 hour) we counted 10 people who without leaving my seat I was able to "catch" in the act.  There is no modisty, no sense of shyness which is refreshing and revulting at the same time.  I am not sure what kind of spectical I would make if I tried, but I would also take the time to find a friendly bush.  One lady just squatted right outside the bus door, no pretense in trying to cover up or block particular views.  In some ways I am envious and in others, it makes me wonder what is on the bottom of my shoes.

The ride back was an adventure as well, just because we were warned to NOT wait and take the last bus because it would be packed (last bus at 5pm). 

So we decided to take the 3:30 bus – and our decision came from the fact that we were in the market at 3:30 and did not know when the next bus would be because there are no posted signs or any sort of actual schedule, and a bus happened to drive up.  Serendipitous I believe would be a good word here.  This bus was overflowing with people and yet some how, they still made room for us…poor Beck was practically hanging out the door with her face in my armpit as I clung to the overhead bar to keep myself in.

Some people unloaded about 2 km up the road which was nice, but not all.  5km after that the bus came to this unexplained stop (I will never know why) and this is where I got my lovely view of toilet habits.

The roads are so incredibly windy and there are no speed limits, just signs like Speed Thrills but Kills or Its Better to be Late than Early to Heaven.  Good advice.  Sometime I will get a photo of one of those signs.  The roads are also not well maintained, nor does anyone actually stay on their side of the road and everyone insists on driving as fast as absolutely possible - including the bus driver.  Each road has been built using the LEAST amount of ground possible with no barriers.  So, as we drive along I could barely stick my head out the window and would be able to see 200-300ft down - because that is how close the driver would drive to the edge, and because that is where the road stopped. The roads are thrilling and terrifying, which is hard to deal with because I dread each corner.  Mostly because of the stupid horn blaring, yet terrified if the driver does not honk because of on coming traffic.

Ive been reading in the evenings adventures of Jim Corbet in the jungles and on this ride found myself straining to look down these cliffs adn along the game trails I can see through the peaks into the jungle hoping to catch a glimpse of something other than a cow, monkey, crow, or humans.  I hear there are elephants around....