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Townend, Christine
I wondered what we were doing here on this narrow bitumen highway, with bare stretches of field and scattered huts, in the middle of Uttar Pradesh, in 1993, without a proper road map, with no contact with anyone in the outside world, contained within the small capsule of our Indian-made Maruti Gypsy jeep, with an Australian blue heeler lying panting on the back seat ‒ most probably the first blue heeler ever to drive from west to east across the great Gangetic Plain.
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