As I have said a few times in this blog, every time one steps on any form of transport in India, one is likely to have a dramatic demonstration of the transitory nature of existence.
As The Kid and I left Kannur, and began the climb towards the Western Ghat and the state of Karnataka, he suddenly started saying "Grab the camera, grad the camera!" He was pointing forward and as I looked, I saw our maniacal bus driver bearing down on a propane truck. Even more impressive than the closing speed was the hand painted "Danger" and skull and cross bones.
Despite the tight, twisty road, oncoming traffic, scooters on both shoulders, a steep uphill grade and an incredible lack of horsepower, we eventually careened past this truck.
In the ongoing game that The Kid and I played, the gag after this event was: "So, what ever happened to Mark and Liam? Well, they were on a bus in India. The maniac driver collided with a light propane truck and everyone within a quarter mile radius was vaporized. There wasn't even a fingertip left of either one of them."
Then we laugh like maniacs.
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