When you've made up your mind to take the road less travelled, why dither? Just throw caution to the wind and charge ahead. The bus driver seems to endorse my philosophy, manoeuvring hairpin bends with the flair of a seasoned daredevil to the mysterious hill station of Vagamon (I rhyme it with 'Pokemon' till a local politely corrects me that the last syllable rhymes with 'run').





