Three on a bike

I always look in wonderment at the amount of people that can ride on one bike. The most that I've seen is a family of six with the small children squished in the row of people. Whilst walking by the Yamuna River we stop at a dusty stall for a drink and the owner is really friendly, talking about the area and the aarti celebration in the evening. So we head back there at 5, not taking the easy route of an electorickshaw, but walk through dusty residential streets to get back to the river. He puts down chairs on the top of the river bank and makes us chai in large clay pots and we watch the river from a distance. Nearing the time of the aarti we go and sit on the mat by the river, joining a group of older women who were waiting for the ceremony to begin. As always we're  the only travellers and they greet us warmly. We sit down and within seconds they are quizzing us about our travels and families all in Broken English,  and then we're all dancing, much to the amusement of other locals, who also join in, but this is my second dancing session of the day. After the ceremony we have another chai and admire his Royal Enfield bike, then we all squeeze on the bike and ride through the chaotic streets of Vrindavan, heading back to our hotel before we have to catch the night train.