times per day was becoming a little too much .
The woman placed a bowl in front of me with a knowing smile . She had a natural beauty that hid any indication of her age . A small boy was hanging around , I guessed him to be her son .
Our second glass of Masala Chai came , and the addiction was truly being fed , this spicey yet deliciously sweet tea was becoming a problem , I , no all of us , couldn ’ t get enough . The boys were already on their third cups not to mention their fourth packet of chocolate biscuits .
“ You Aussie ’ s drink too much ,” Moti laugh . “ You eat too much biscuits .”
In this case who was I to disagree . Masala Chai had been introduced to us by Buddhi Singh , the boss of Motorcycle Expeditions back in the beautiful hillside town of Shimla . It seemed a world away , Shimla , the start of our two-wheeled expedition
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