Peshawar lay behind them. The road led east, towards their rendezvous. There was no need for a map, in fact there were no maps. The route was clear and for Dan, at least, the morning had passed quickly behind the wheel. He could see Fred and Tim scratching in the rear-view mirror. Traffic was light but mad enough. Several times he’d had to dodge heavily laden camels floating out into the street, their drivers waving at the bus t rough clouds of choking dust. A flock of stubborn sheep brought the bus to an abrupt halt just as Damo Suzuki launched into Peking O.
“Told you that room looked really dodgy. Full of f*****g bugs. You’re going to contaminate the entire bus.”
Fred moaned, “How are we going to get rid of the f*****g things? My scalp and my balls are on fire, man.”
“Smoke some more
