A transition day: After a breakfast, getting my stuff together and another breakfast, I took off in the afternoon, taking the metro towards the bus station. Then a short rickshaw ride, waiting, asking around and more waiting the bus finally took off being and hour late. It did not bother me having borrowed "a hundred years of solitude" from Swati, Nehas flatmate, I tried to keep the book steady while we bumped along the roads with increasing intensity and managed to plunge into the story of swamp-town. The bus stopped often and for longer time, making the journey a really loooong undertaking.
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