Towards Ghasa

It was 4pm on my watch and I was heading to Ghasa from Beni. All most an hour had passed since I had left Beni. The bus was stopping after every ten minutes to get passengers. Actually I really don't know what should I call it. It was neither a bus, nor a micro car, it was completely a weird and scary thing !! It was like a war craft to me. It could stop anywhere, or might lose it's break anytime. When two of these comes face to face, one of them stops moving, until another passes by. Roads were soooo creepy and scary. In any case if someone fall, it will be surely a free fall. He won't a get touch with anything and body will be found 10000-12000 feet down on the ground with in few seconds. We found small villages after every one hour trek. Village sides were really very clam. Most of the people were working on their field, some kids were doing fun, some were just sitting alone on the front side of their houses. The bus stopped again near a school. A girl jumped in, sat beside me and laid her head on my arm, as if we knew each other for a long time, and I was there to pick her from the school !! She might be 9-10 years old, and she was wrapped by heavy school uniform to defend the low temperature. After 5pm it was getting darker, and I felt something wrong. I noticed, a lady who was reciting Buddhist poem on the back, stopped suddenly; the kid came closer to me; the driver started drinking local drink [Marpha]. The door was closed immediately when the driver said something to his assistant. And its because of weather. The temperature was getting lower, and it didn't take much time to get it. Bus was getting closer to Ghasa. God !! I wish I had a little idea about that place before. Foods, weather, locals, soldiers, time, everything was against me. It was horror of horrors. It was one of the toughest night on my journey, but the journey was undoubtedly amazing.