A Roadside Masala Tea-stop

I disembark from my creaky, old bus. Trucks and bikes groan past, lumbering the steep incline into Daunne. Brakes and horns pump away wildly. Dust clouds around my head. My bus driver has been tearing around hairpin turns along his highway, ferrying travellers through the jungle terrain of Chitwan in an attempt to deliver us …

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