We landed punch drunk not quite sure the day, or even right time... it was dark so I think it was night?... but again, with lands far far away, who can be sure?
We snagged a room to brush the airplane film off our teeth and baby powder the moist, sticky unmentionable parts and hit the road again.
Still a little dopey from travel, I thought the drapes in the room would make excellent play clothes for the children.
Trains on the sub continent are an interesting animal... a gift from the British colonial time, is the primary way people travel, and it ain't no Amtrak....
Seat assignments, Please!
Personal space, HA! I laugh at (and will invade) your personal space.
It is like asking "How many hairs does Riad have to lose, before he realizes going to a stylist is futile?"
I guess there is a theoretical number, but no one really knows.
Literally, they cannot sell out a train, just keep packing them in.
Breakfast was a bag of sliced mango with chili lime dressing... Mango makes everything better.
With all the chaos, a serene moment of tranquility... a little girl watching her beautiful country side from the comfort of a seat.
We are still debating which was worse, sitting for 22 hrs hours on a flight OR standing for 5 hrs on a train?
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