Nothing untoward met his sight. Ill-dressed heathens strolled aimlessly, it seemed, along the wide pathway. No, there was nothing amusing to be seen.
Frowning, he continued to eat his dried venison. Two men dismounted from the chariot, and it drove away, moaning in a disquieting manner.
Inside the passengers were looking at him through the viewing space in the rear.
Perhaps it is my garb. Here they dress strangely.
"Hare Krishna?"
One of the passengers who had descended addressed him.
"No, Demo."
"That's a new one. Is it Indian?"
"I don't think so. Greek."
"Greek? Well, new ones are popping up all over. Here, just to show you I'm open-minded, I'll donate a couple of bucks. Good luck."