Because of the glare from the flash on my camera after the sun started setting, this grainy shot of three horses grazing in front of a sugar cane field is the only picture I got of the lovely agricultural region we drove through on our detour (because of traffic) on the way back to 'Nagar. We also saw cotton, rice, and sorghum growing, and passed through some lovely villages.
     Sugar cane was being transported by every possible means of conveyance: bullock cart, truck, bicycle, motorcycle, and the gathered arms of people, even small children. Some of these sights were comical, as the cane seemed practically as long as the rural road was wide.

     Sunset glow on a river we crossed. Soon after, the sky was dark. Christmas Eve had come, and the four of us in our van began singing carols--everything from "O Holy Night" to the more secular songs like "Silver Bells". We had bonded musically in the morning to rounds of Meher Baba's Name (Andrea's idea of singing the melody known as "Hey, Ho, Nobody Home" was a winner that had us pulling out all the stops). As we our voices chorused in welcoming Christmas, the dark Indian highway started looking like it could have been anywhere, even a state road in the USA.
     Perfectly content, we could have continued on a Blue Bus tour all over India, singing the whole way.