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Published: December 27th 2012
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Hello All,
You'll be pleased to know that i made it out of the other side.
When first boarding the train find our beds in 3rdClass AC seem daunting, but luckily, all was quite satisfactory... I had booked us the upperbirths so we wern't bothered as much and so we felt safer!
When we first inbarked at Varkala we were the only people in our conpartment, we took advantage of this spreading out and playing cards, wishing the others were only booked for the first night.
2 Hours later 5 people arrived one woman and four men, all seem to have brought everything including there kitchen sink with them.
I relised later on after tasting the veg birrane i had ordered for lunch that most of there bags ontained diffrent types of snacks and meals rapped in banana leaves.
Train sellers constantly flow though the carriages shouting, "Chai""Coffee"and the sorts. Those of you who have been to India will know excatly the tone in which these words are nearly chanted.
At around 9 after dinner i wondered into the outside
carriage, to smoke... illagal on the train but any staff i'd asked had said in the toilet is fine... If you'd seen the toilets you may understand why i took the risk of smoking out the widow instead!
That night of the 28th i met a young man named Rhauh, he is in the Indian army and was making his way back to camp in Dehi, his Grandmother is sick so he had taken leave to care for her in Kerala.
He was a travel and tourist graduate, and this was reflected in his manner. We spoke for hours of lifestyle, education, landscape and so forth. A breath of fresh air from the usal four questions... "Where is your village?" "What is your good name?" "What is your mothers name?" "What is your fathers name?" and so forth.
That first night as i crept to bed in the darkness i had to will myself to sleep. The driver makes time in the night and we most have been going over 100 on tracks older than America and in a train older still!
I rocked and turned all night,
only truely sleeping for an hour of two.
On the second day as i stood at the door watching the world change and sneaky little cockroach made its way on to my arm, i brushed it of but unfortunatly into my bra... 5 Indian men were in husterics as i brushed away this tiny beast and let out a small cry!
The second night was no better than the worst, i ahd given in to chrips and was feeling very sick when i started to sleep, every mintue it seemed i was awake, worrying and missing Alfie (My pink fluffy teddybear!)
But i made it, and i can think of no better way to see the landscapes of India.
I found out the train stopped at Agra on the way to Dehi and as this was one of our desired stops...Here i am, seeing the Taj the baby Taj and the Red Fort. I have not much to say about this city apart from, today i found peace, behind the Taj Mahal deep down in a dried out river, i sat and looked at a place build in
the name of love, a stucture that no man could conpare.
All my love
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