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The next bit of linear action worth mentioning is the crazy adrenalin rush of sitting in the front and watching how an Indian bus driver drives.

After a few more days at Om, we decided against going to the Trance Party. The real plus was that a friend of mine lied about being a DJ to get free entry, and had sort of put a set together, and I was going to stand on the stage and bob my head behind him and pretend to hand him stuff.

Wasn’t really worth 2000 rupees, and Sam was not interested at all. Well maybe a little. But we’re on a budget, dammit! And a schedule.

We booked a ticket to Delhi from Bangalore on the 19th, so our time in the South is limited.

Anyway we caught two local busses to get to Udupi, the home of the Masala Dosa, which is a really crap kind of Indian food, and then nearly missed the third local bus.

By this time it was evening and we caught a bus to Mangalore. The bus was quite fill so we sat by our backpacks near the driver as the sun set.

Now I’ve done some scary, adrenalin boosting things in my time. I’ve spun fire around my head, I’ve swum in Clifton water, I’ve asked completely random strangers on dates, I’ve gone to townships to pick up beer, I’ve eaten haggis, I’ve abseiled, I’ve done that bus ride up the windy hills to Pai, which everyone bitches about, hell, I’ve even fed hyaenas with my goddamn teeth, (yes I have photos) but nothing was quite as terrifying as watching this bus drive at night time, down this busted broken unlit road, overtaking cars around blind corners, straight into oncoming traffic, as busses are attempting the same maneuvre in the opposite direction, and everyone’s dodging the byciclists and motor cycle maniacs, all in the pitch black, all with their brights on, all on one of the most bumpy unmaintained roads I’ve ever had the misfortune of bouncing along upon (keeping in mind that I have been to Ethiopia, and infrastructure isn’t really a key part of that experience) and well, just, bloody hell, it was like being inside Grand Theft Auto, which is a console game in which you drive like a maniac and destroy cars and run over people and gets points for doing so.

But we survived and no one else seemed to think anything unusual was going on.

Then in Mangalore, for 720 rupees (divided by two), we stayed in the International Mangalore hotel, wherein we got beds with real matresses, hot water, television, the option of room service, and tons of obsequious staff following us around, opening doors, pushing elevator buttons and that sort of thing.

I then watched Kill Bill 2 and Sam fell asleep.