Ajmer, An Epic Journey

We could not have picked a more delapidated, rusty bus! We departed from juhnjunu bus station at 1pm and arrived at crazy Ajmer Bus station at 8.30pm. The bus resembled somewhat, an old fashioned american school bus in size and comfort but with peeling paint and ripped leather. We had our rucksacks where our feet should have been because there was no room, and where seated right at the doorway. It stopped at every single lost village along the way to pick up people and school children going from little village ( when I say village I mean 3 houses) to little village. The rattling was unbearable and at times a little scary. After resisting for about an hour, I finally gave in to Inertia and let my head and body roll around the place. Once again we provided great inhouse entertainment for the locals. I also got asked for my first autograph. I kid you not. Some guy sitting behind introduced himself and told me every single detail about his professional life, gave us some advise on where to go, got up to leave when his stop came, and asked us in all seriousness for our "autographs" on some paper before he stepped off the bus. Odd, yet appartenly normal!