...as read by Vincent Price...

After staying in a posh house in Chandigarh, we decided to take a bus to Shimla.

Shimla is in the foothills of the Himalayas and, if you're lucky, you can catch glimpses of the Himalayas themselves through the mist and the fog. The entire town is stunningly beautiful. And cold! We weren't quite prepared for the cooler temperatures of the mountains, having only brought with us a small jacket each. So, sadly, after staying only one night, we decided to make our way back down the mountain.
We decided to go to Haridwar next...a mere 10 hour cruise down the switchbacks of the foothills.
Tynessa and I, just to be on the safe side, each popped a gravol before beginning the treacherous descent.
...and thank god for that...
About fifteen minutes into the drive a woman behind me was sick into our provided "hill sickness bags".
Nothing to worry about, we thought, everyone can get a little queasy on a road like this one.
But in the subsequent hours, a second person got sick, and then a third, a fourth and a fifth - each new person getting ill creating a small circle of illness around us. Us at the center.
We began to worry. Was there some strange and virulent air borne sickness rolling through our bus? Were we going to go down in history as the beginning of some new and horrible plague? Just then, the small Nepali boy to our left threw up in his sleep.
It was like being written into an episode of the Twilight Zone.

We almost jumped off the bus when it stopped in Chandigarh but eventually decided that, if there were some horrible disease floating about, we probably already had it. Tynessa provided us with some under the nose tiger-balming (as an obvious unpleasant odour now pervaded the bus) and we drifted into worried and fitful bouts of sleep for the remaining 5 hours.

Luckily, we didn't suffer the same effects as the others.
Vom+Yuck+Terror= Most terrifying bus trip to date...