After a nice hot shower and a few hours of waiting at the airport cafe, I was reunited with my group one by one. We each had unique stories to tell, with only one case of lost luggage. We found out that we would be taking a direct bus route to Dunagiri rather than taking a train to a bus. We had to split up into two taxis. I’ll admit I was a bit hesitant to leave part of our group, but we didn’t have any other options at the moment, and the air pollution seemed to be getting worse.
We all met up in a parking lot about 10-15 minutes away. The friendly drivers loaded our bags and we officially met our bus driver, Anil. The bus reminded me of a small airport or commuter shuttle. We all settled in and started taking pictures as we drove off into the sunrise.
The sites I witnessed for the next 14+ hours are truly indescribable. Everything was so…different, I felt like I was in a dream (part of this was probably exhaustion). Amazing, heartbreaking, inspiring, beautiful, and…just so very different…a life that I can only capture in photos right now…
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