lasts for days, stretches for miles,
welcomes anyone caught in the crossfire
and includes a parade through the streets
complete with horses, marching band,
explosives, a car with a loudspeaker
blaring Indian music and important
wedding announcements, and a bunch of
guys carrying what look like table lamps
on their heads. My bus ended up getting
trapped in wedding festivities pretty
much every ten minutes, which meant
that everyone on the bus, every time we
stopped, skipped off to join the party.
When we finally did get out of town,
we kept pulling over to let random
people on and off (in the middle of
nowhere), have some tea, a smoke, a