Via Rickshaw across the border then in a taxi to Gorakpur. My taxi took two hours it was the size of a wee citron saxo and had 8 people in it! 4 in the front and 4 in the back, magic!
Mogz says it is snowing in Reading the view from my window: Past the mustached men with their knitted stripy tank tops i see motorbikes and rickshaws, fruit sellers day dreamers, humble stalls. People squat at taps in the street washing great big silver pots. Cows, traffic smoke and fumes mosquitoes and heat not a second of silence. The sun is setting, all is orange and full throttle and mad.
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