Day 142 (Sun 26 Nov) - Puri
Up at 8.30 to have breakfast with Neil and to pack our bags.
Said goodbye to Neil and piled into our rickshaw to the station to catch our train to Varanasi. We found our seats quite quickly and Sarb amused himself until the train pulled out by mooing at a cow that was wandering around the tracks.
The train travelled through the glorious sunshine and countryside ( [1], [2], [3], [4] )and we were having a good time of it as we seemed to have the carriage all to ourselves.
This good fortune was short lived as our carriage soon filled up as we stopped at a number of stations. The last straw was a guy that got on with a metre square package that he insisted he keep in the aisle between seats as it would not fit anywhere else. Since this meant it would be against Sarb's legs for the whole journey we decided to see if we could upgrade our seats.
After much faffing about Sarb managed to get our seats upgraded to 2A. We moved to our much more comfortable carriage and settled down. The sleepers opposite were unfortunately taken by two surly young teenage boys; their parents were seated slightly further away. The kids constantly bickered as their mother cluck clucked around them in an attempt at pacification; she seemed delighted that her boys were so full of vigour. To say they were spoilt mummy's boys would be putting it politely. Anyway after a few sharp words asking them to 'settle down' they seemed to behave well enough for us to read in peace.
We both had a fitful nights sleep. Sarb slept particularly badly as the train stopped a number of times during the night to allow passengers on and off the train. Since we had upgraded our ticket (and it must be said that a certain amount of baksheesh was involved) Sarb thought that a bunch of passengers would get on with real tickets to our seats!! Luckily we were ok.
Said goodbye to Neil and piled into our rickshaw to the station to catch our train to Varanasi. We found our seats quite quickly and Sarb amused himself until the train pulled out by mooing at a cow that was wandering around the tracks.
The train travelled through the glorious sunshine and countryside ( [1], [2], [3], [4] )and we were having a good time of it as we seemed to have the carriage all to ourselves.
This good fortune was short lived as our carriage soon filled up as we stopped at a number of stations. The last straw was a guy that got on with a metre square package that he insisted he keep in the aisle between seats as it would not fit anywhere else. Since this meant it would be against Sarb's legs for the whole journey we decided to see if we could upgrade our seats.
After much faffing about Sarb managed to get our seats upgraded to 2A. We moved to our much more comfortable carriage and settled down. The sleepers opposite were unfortunately taken by two surly young teenage boys; their parents were seated slightly further away. The kids constantly bickered as their mother cluck clucked around them in an attempt at pacification; she seemed delighted that her boys were so full of vigour. To say they were spoilt mummy's boys would be putting it politely. Anyway after a few sharp words asking them to 'settle down' they seemed to behave well enough for us to read in peace.
We both had a fitful nights sleep. Sarb slept particularly badly as the train stopped a number of times during the night to allow passengers on and off the train. Since we had upgraded our ticket (and it must be said that a certain amount of baksheesh was involved) Sarb thought that a bunch of passengers would get on with real tickets to our seats!! Luckily we were ok.
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11/26/2006 01:02:00 pm
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