Kane’s House
After the train experience we carry on a Chez KaneKane and I had disembarked the train and were now sitting on a bus en route to his house for more. I was dripping with anticipation but didn’t let it show as we casually conversed as though nothing had happened. Any feelings of guilt for now sticking to my original plan had now disappeared, and were now replaced by butterflies and mild palpitations! I didn’t know what to expect. I needn’t had worried as we got off the bus...