This was probably the only boring part of the trip. The co-passengers were nice enough, but involved in their own affairs. We had only one pack of cards among us to pass the time with - which we soon got bored of. I didn't bring a book or newspaper - and I found myself reading and re-reading the brochure that came with my new Memory Stick. And the landscape - rustic village life, dry barren land, squatters, emaciated animals and empty rivers - repetitive and boring stuff. Occasionally we chanced upon ruins of old forts or mosques as we reached Agra in the evening. Of course, I naively hoped to see the Taj passing by. I didn't see it.
In Delhi, we had trouble finding the bus to Kullu. The last bus for the night was out, and there wouldn't be anymore till early next morning. We settled for one which would take us to Chandigargh at 4 am; and a second bus would take us to Aut by afternoon.
Chandigargh Transport buses are quite comfortable. They had mobile charging points at every seat - which I couldn't use as my charger was stashed away in my bag at the rear of the bus. By the way, I had the best Aloo Paranthas of the trip on the bus - we got it from the ISBT at Delhi.
I was fortunate enough to sit next to the conductor, who kicked me out of the window seat where I was seated, to the seat adjacent to it - as apparently, that window seat was meant for the "condaktr". Still, he was a talkative chap, and I was able to nod my head throughout a conversation where I barely understood a few words through his thick Haryanvi accent. I told him about our plans and he said he'll help us to find a bus the next day.
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