Arrived early Sunday morning in Indore, and immediately took a rickshaw to a bus station. The early morning street scenes didn't really give you the wish to stay very long. The same scenes, dirt, and misery that we have seen in every small town and city so far in India. To be poor is one thing, but to be poor, homeless in a city must be a living hell. The number of physcially handicapped you see is staggering; from the limbless on crutches, to those propelling themselves on 50cm square boards with 4 tiny wheels with there hands.....populated areas just don't change. Well.....that's a long subject to talk about for another day.
The bus journey to Mandu took just over 3 hours; cramped, hot, and noisy, very noisy. Indians use their car horns continually, and I mean continually. Not just a single 'bleep', but a continuous syphony often lasting 5 seconds or more. The horn for all is a reflex action, and maybe that's reason they speak so loudly as they are half deaf.
On arriving in Mandu partially deaf in my right ear (seriously); found accommodation in a 'Rest House' in the centre of the village. Basic, basic, but cheap......150 rupees.
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