Ring, ring, am I dreaming, no it’s the phone, who on earth knows were here, let alone ring us at 5.15 am…. The front desk of course and the beautiful people who had looked after both of their sick guest’s had in with much Indian love remembered that we were catching the Mandovi express to Goa, which departed at 7.05am, so best be at the station at 6.30 as like everywhere else its also chaos. For those of you who live on the east coast or any major city for that fact you would understand the daily pilgrimage of commuters traveling into the city for work. Which is all well and good, but 15000 Indian’s, Kashmir’s, Pakistanis, I’m sure there were a few Afghans, with a generous sprinkling of people from countries like Nepal and Tibet,
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