Omelette shop

So, the old fashioned way was to turn up ticketless at the bus stand and hope I could find a seat upon an early bus, ticketplans thwarted even with newly found ecard... 
A tuk tuk into morning chaos, cries of Jodhpur, a reprise of any spaces and I found myself on a sleeper bus to Jodhpur, though nowhere near the part of town I was aiming for.
On the plus side the route passed through Sardar market where there used to be barrow which held an omelette shop recommended by Lonely Planet. The barrow's gone but there was a shop with a sign which I hoped meant business had been good and that it was still there so the next plan formed itself. 
Then the tuk tuk driver dumped me at the bottom of a steep hill, forcing a fully laden climb to the guesthouse. On the way I was offered a random act of kindness, a seat and fan in a shop at the top of the hill, followed the offer of a cheaper room. 
But booking.com offers manacles at points and as I'd booked ahead I couldn't change. I'd come to regret that.
Getting to my room, signing in and dumping bag back down the hill in search of a masala omelette and a primary hope. Decades ago, back in the days of film, I'd taken a photo of the old man who owned the stall and his son and had later scanned it, made sure I was carrying the file upon my phone in the hope of offering a copy to one or the both of them.
Upon arrival I found out that the son, Sham, is now chief and his father semi-retired, that the omelette just as good as in my memory. And all of this was topped off by showing and sending him a decades old photo of him and his father.. 
Sometimes we meet old ghosts upon the road.