It's late again. I grumble to myself because I'm stuck in McLeod Ganj long after sunset. It is too late to walk the dark road to the Library and getting a taxi may be difficult. I grumble at the expense of the taxi. The taxi stand at the Temple is empty. I walk up the long dark road to the bus stand. I feel the chill of the evening on my chest and wrap my hooded fleece tight around me. There are no taxis at the taxi stand and only one three-wheeler vehicle is left.
"How much
Alina found herself at the Delhi Airport surrounded by a gathering group of people waiting for the Druk Air flight to arrive. They spoke in a language she had never heard before. Most of them were dressed in business attire, but she suspected that wasn’t their normal fashion. They were soft-spoken and addressed each other in respectful tones. She watched and listened with great interest. They were a clue to the culture and mannerisms of the place which she would soon enter. I
