…we stop for our last tax free drink before walking to the bus stop, missing the bus on our way there. The bus driver gives us the wave, saying that the next bus will be coming very shortly. Missing the bus is one of the best things that could have possibly happened. While we stood in the hot sun with our packs, waiting for the next bus, we discussed what we’ve both been thinking: Is Nashik really worth it? We don’t know much about it, or how much it will cost for a winery tour… let alone if we will even feel like finding another shaky bus after a 16 hour trip already… So almost out of common sense, with only a few minutes to go before we can catch the last connecting bus that will get us on time, we give in to the beach and find a place to buy another bus ticket, three days later. We hop the first rickshaw we can back to our little beach. Although three days might seem like a very short amount of time, it felt very liberating… especially once we got back to our bamboo hut and burned our old bus ticket. More bus rides and chaos, or lying on a quiet beach? Not even a sensible question at all! So although the big city, and being closer to the end has only been postponed by a few days, these days will be spent happily spent playing in the sand, eating amazing food, swimming in the sea, and generally living care free.. if only for a few more days.
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