THE INDIA POST (8)

8:45am Jan 19, 2011

I never know how long these bus rides will be, or how bumpy they'll be!  I've come to love this bus.  It means a moment of rest, a moment to write, a moment to look around and reflect.  Sometimes, maybe, a moment to call or text home.  Home.  Mmm.  We're here!  We've got to be.  I don't know how this bus is maneuvering around in here.  This is SUCH a tight squeeze.  This bus driver is freaking awesome.  I am SO IMPRESSED.

Prepping for a big day of kids!!

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Evening:  not much to report.  We were inside a church building.  I don't remember much about that evening.  I was kinda down for the count, I'm afraid.