14.11.2010 - 14.11.2010
I opened my eyes and looked at Sarah, she was already awake, my first words of the day were, “we can’t miss this train!”
After six weeks travelling with Nat we said our goodbyes. She was travelling the same route as us so there was a very good possibility we’d see her again in the south.
A taxi ride to the local station, then the joys of an Indian local suburban train delivered us to Lokmanya station. It was a bit like a battle scene out of Brave Heart as we fought our way down the platform. Thousands of people pushed, shoved and hauled their bags along. We tripped over lost kids, pushed beggars and hawkers out of the way and finally found our carriage at 11:00am. We climbed on board with 30 minutes to spare. “No more train disasters for us!” I said triumphantly.
“Would you like some delicious Indian Railways food?” asked the catering guy.
“Hmm, yes please,” what could possibly go wrong? “We’ll both have the luke warm chicken. It looks pink and delicious! But why are the food containers made from old cat food boxes?”
The train was going so fast I couldn’t actually focus on the railway sleepers as I was knelt on the toilet floor with my head down the toilet; the track beneath me just looked like a blur… with the occasional splash.
If you have a spare half an hour in your life and you want somewhere to hang out, I can firmly recommend you don’t spend your time in an Indian Railways toilet; its sensory bombardment.
I collapsed in my carriage bunk for the rest of the day. In the bed below me Sarah complained of not feeling well.