&ldquoRun,&rdquo some of them insisted, but I was in no shape to, with my heavy backpack and four days of walking behind me. I watched the 5pm bus leaving, by now at least 500m away, when a dozen men whistled out to the bus in unison, loud enough to make the driver stop. Hopeful once again, I began to walk as briskly as possible in long strides, tired as I was. The driver, apparently losing patience, began to drive away again, and to my utter amazement, my new comrades once again whistled him to a halt. Now I really had to run, backpack, dangling cameras, utterly breathless and even half wanting to miss the bus and stay here longer. Other travels beckoned on the west coast, and I needed to pass Munnar anyway. But wait, it turned out that this bus was going all the way to Cochin. Should I or shouldn&rsquot I I decide not to decide. No more planning for now, just enjoy the sunset.