Chapter 7: The Nicest Man and The Night Without End

It wasn't long after accepting raveeshes offer that we were thrust into a new and exciting part of the city. Raveesh drove us around in his car to find a doctor, we needed to see one who could (evaluate our health) for the trek without doing anything but signing our papers ^^ after a while of searching we finally did find such a doctor and paid (the price) for them.As we would soon learn of India all things are possible but are much more likely to occur with the proper application of a candy coated voice and an underhanded bill or two. Then it was off to get our photos taken and our id's copied for record, he also showed us where to eat and what to do in case of whatever situation he could think of might occur.At the end of the day we were more concerned with sleep than anything else, it had been a long 48 hour day, spanning 3 countries, 12 k miles, 3 planes and multiple time zones, at the end of which the discription of our body and minds would understanably be (the walking dead). We tried to go to sleep but somehow awoke every single hour and simulaniosly looked at each other and then our watches then back at each other, each time adding another layer of total bewildermint to our already lost expressions. To us it was hard to tell wether or not we had slept into the new day or had merely had a magical glimpse of rest that had given the illusion of a nights peace.A few hours past and then (the snoring) A man laying on the other sife of us began emitting this very particular noisey snore, which in and of itself wasn't so much of a bother, what really set it apart from anything else Id ever experienced was its rythme! By god such a procession couldn't truely be human! I swear this man had somehow overcome human biological possibility by this act.His snore was such that it completely ignored the need to exhale after the initial inhalation, thus a constant inhaling snore was heard uninteurrpted for several hours, until finally a draft from within the builing cause our door to slam shut anf then thanks to whatever god or godess was at the helm during that night, the man turned in his bed and fell silent. During the last part of that nightmarish period I had been lying awake staring blankly in his direction both in shock and total disbelief at the situation I and I alone was subject to, all other were neatly tucked away in their beds sound asleep, including Blake who during which time had also turned with the slamming of the door.After the room fell silent for the first time that night I too turned in my bed in the direction facing away from what had drawn my total and absolute attention for the majority of the night, and when I finally laid myself to rest, the final thought that sounded boldly and clearly within my mind was "thank god."