Gentle moving and a bit of light coming through the bus windows woke me up. It was still dark outside, but the sun shyly started to show its first rays above the horizon, indicating that the dawn is close. I looked around the bus. Everyone was still asleep, stretched on the chairs, resting heads against the windows or hanging over the armrests. I’ve noticed that the road is not that easy and paved anymore. The bus was jumping on the stones, dust was coming from the wheels and there were cliffs on the sides of the road. Somewhere at the bottom you could see the river waters sparkling in the darkness. It was not the lowland anymore. We were getting closer and closer to the mighty Himalayas.
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