Deep Spirits

The dusty old tour bus had seen better days, and indeed better passengers. What a weird bunch Manuel the driver had said to himself as he threw down the strange non drinking Irishmans backpack, narrowly missing the women bickering among themselves by the open door.
The laid back American guy rolled his eyes and playfully swatted the flies away from his face, one - too - many mornings, he thought.
The dark haired lady was deep in conversation with 'the quiet one', an earnest young man seemed to be wondering how exactly he had gotten here in the first place.
There were others too, but they came and went and like himself seemed to be getting to know the lie of the land.

Manuel changed the destination plate on the bus to 'Imagination Exercises', replacing the worn out 'Spiritual Talks' board that had been the cause of much heated debate on the long winding road to here.

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