Tim braked sharply. The cooker slid away from its owner. The passengers screamed with joy.
“No panic, boys and girls, just swerving round some holy men.”
In one smooth motion, he flicked his cigarette out the window, pulled the bus up on the roadside verge and killed the engine.
Two sadhus stood on the road beside a small temple. The building, a square one-storey structure, neither old nor new, stood by itself. A shepherd rested in its shadow. His flock of goats blocked the road.
Dan stepped from the bus. A warm tingle quietly massaged his spine from the inside out, slowly creeping upwards, an overwhelming, absorbing sensation. Good vibrations. Good everything and then it was gone again.
All those who still had control over basic motor functions followed. The two holy men grinned and
