OVERNIGHT TRAIN TO THE LAST FRONTIER
Trip Start Sep 02, 2012
42Trip End Oct 10, 2012
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.Next stop is a visit to a street vendor. DJ assures us that these are the best samosas in Delhi and I don't disagree - in fact they are the best samosas I have ever tasted
We then visit a Sikh temple . It is the home of the Gurdwara Sikhs. This faction of the Sikhs was formed many years ago because they disagreed with some of the Sikh beliefs, eg: that a woman had to burn herself on her husbands funeral pyre. My understanding is that they have taken the better things from other religions and formed the Gudwara Sikhs. The holy ones who travel around from temple to temple all over India are most splendidly dressed with purple turbans, purple tunics, big sabres by their side and magnificent beards and moustaches. They are very regal. We arrived at prayer time, the music was really good - I'd buy their CD. The belief of the Sikhs is to feed those who need it and provide shelter to a traveller. The kitchen is run by volunteers and I have never seen such big cooking pots, they are enormous. There were also several women sitting crossed legged on the floor making roti and nan bread by the basket load. They can feed up to 1000 people at a sitting! The Sikhs believe that all the good you do in this life will ensure a better life in the next. Giving money doesn't count, you have to give yourself. I really liked the Gurdwara Sikhs.
We caught the Metro back to our hotel. This was built for the Commonwealth games and it's fast and efficient
At 4.45pm we caught the overnight train to Jaisalmer. This experience was worth it's weight in gold. After fighting your way down the aisle to your allotted compartment, the next thing you do is to chain your big bag under the seats and then use your smaller bag with all your valuables in as your pillow. The seats convert to six bunks, 3 on each side. Doris and I took on the roles of security officers, as we had the bottom bunks. Sheets, pillows and blankets were provided. About 4 hrs into the journey a load of men entered our carriage. They were, in fact, army guys which we had guessed correctly as they all had the same backpacks. This is no exaggeration, but for the next 2hrs they kept filing pass, ripping open our curtains and checking the numbers of our compartments and every one elses. Further into the night more got on and so we had the same thing all over again. It was loud, it was noisy, but most of all it was entertaining. I'm going to let Doris tell you more about the train journey. Personally, I wouldn't put a lot of trust in the Indian army to perform secret covert missions - shit they couldn't even find their seats on a train
.Poo Story No 1. At about 4.30am I had a few tummy rumbles. I gave it 10 mins then decided I'd better visit the toilet. I had to wake Doris, who wasn't very happy with me, she claimed she had only just got to sleep and now I've woken her up. I made my apologies to her, then asked for the toilet paper that she had tucked away in her bag. I told her not to go to sleep, but to stay alert - the security of our belongings depended on her! When I got back, she decided that seeing as she was awake she might as well go to the toilet. Doris had only been gone 2 minutes when the train stopped at the next station. The upshot of this is that Doris has made her mark in India and left a little deposit on track 1 platform 1 at a railway station somewhere between Delhi and Jaisalmer. Good effort Doris.