During my long 42-hour bus journey I wrote a short poem to try and sum up our trip.
The Road to Leh steep and windy,
15 in a bus barely talking.
The rain starts to fall the mud and rocks gather,
15 in a bus instant family.
The hours tick by the wheels not turning,
15 in a bus tired and grumpy.
The entrepreneurs gather selling chai and noodles,
15 in a bus laughing together.
The landslides still falling, the roads still blocked,
15 in a bus will we ever make it!