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Ok, after being ripped off by the ever so smiley front desk staff who PROMISED to arrange train tickets for the following day but lo and behold they didn’t appear so we had to spend another night in their over-priced skank hole … it’s just funny how that should work out!! Anyway, we finally boarded the overnight train and settled ourselves into what we thought would be a 4 berth cabin for just the two of us… bliss. No wait a minute that isn’t what happened at all 15 minutes after getting settled heralds the arrival of RHINO-POPS (Katie’s Arse Nemesis) & his embarrassed, apologetic son….
In all honesty they appeared to be quite harmless at first glance we exchanged polite goodnights and arranged ourselves into the ‘Indian’ sized (e.g. small) berths and it wasn’t until Katie laid down the gauntlet that the full extent of his powers was revealed to us. Out it squeaked barely audible but by god the stench was hideous… Chris got first hit as he was laying spoons with the offender he bit back his giggles and his gags and then RHINO-POPS let it go. Jesus it was apocalyptic in proportions. The air solidified around
boy at bus stand
this boy was dead funny as we sat on the bus he was throwing things to gain our attention and then winking at katie....us and Katie shrank before her much worthier competitor. For at least 12 HOURS (alright 10-15 minutes) the aroma accompanied us…
You would think revealing the ARSE of DEATH to us would be enough in a short overnight train ride but oh no. This mans powers of disruption extended to his nasal cavity and it is no word of a lie to say that the noise was simply deafening. It was like a herd of cows suffering from hay fever and sinusitis had wandered into our cabin for the night.
And then Delhi, so much better then Mumbai. Found a nice room on the main bazaar and explored the area. We really enjoyed it, the energy and the activity was much more suited to us. Roof top restaurants, friendly people, beer drinking and people meeting… We seemed to be connecting so much more with the locals then other travellers so far, Chris hooked up with a motorbike enthusiast, Ravi, who had his own workshop we spent a funny evening drinking beer and talking shite… and then we were hooked and ended up in Kashmir…
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Martina
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RHINO POPS
Trust you to go all the way to India to discover that flatulence exists there too! Sounds like you are having a great time, allbeit intersperced with the usual hazards and perils of traveling in the manner which you insist upon KT*! (Well, you know me lol) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx