Unexpectedly, on our way to Gokarna, the sleeper bus made a halt were we would have to get down and wait for another bus. Noone had told us this, and people weren't happy about it.
Did I had enough of India? I don't think so, but I exploded in anger towards the situation. Forced the bus to stay, not allowing the bus controller to get my bag out. This only happened when the bus driver finally decided to leave, and so, we had no choice.
My outrage surprised me. I wasn't prepared for it. And when a rickshaw driver stood staring at me, I was everything but nice, until the point some foreigner criticized my attitude describing it as disgusting. And it sure was.
I've been looking for an answer to such behavior. The only explanation I can think of is that all occurred due to accumulated tension from my last week with Carro. I must insist, she is a nice girl, as I described her, angel disguised as a demon, but also point out her annoying manners when asking for things as if she had the right to demand whatever she pleased. Also, sometimes a contradictory girl.
However, this is just an excuse I reckon.
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