INDIA | Thursday, 4 July 2013 | Views [223] | View Larger Image
The lady beside me speaks no English nor I Spitian but through hand gestures she’s understood and accepted my offer to carry her crate of eggs on my lap, for which she shares her packet of marsala ‘twisties’. The eclectic North Indian music playing from the radio is the perfect soundtrack to the rugged rocky landscape we are rolling through. We pass a herd of goats, then a red fox darts across the road in front of us then vanishes up the mountain as quickly as it appeared.
