The Biggest Con

Trip Start Nov 14, 2006
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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

After our first (enjoyable but long) 2nd class train journey, we arrived in Delhi with Matt. We had to get to another station in order to make the train for Amritsar, so we rickshawed it across the city. To be honest Delhi did not seem as bad as we were expecting. It was alot more modern than the rest of the country but i think we travelled mostly throught the posh bit.I think you only get to see all the slums coming into the city by train. We left Matt and went to sort out a tciket to Amritsar. Not as simple as it sounds. You get to the train station and the Lonely Planet warns of all the con artists trying to get you to buy tickets from somewhere else. I think the Lonely Planet should emphasise this warning in a revised edition. It was 30 minutes of madness. Everyone there leads you away from the Tourist Ticket Booking Bureau. They say it has moved, its over the road, it burnt down, you have to buy tickets to get in it etc etc etc. They are all working together and they are really believeable. We were pestered left right and centre so we chose to ignore everyone. Eventually we got to the right place. An english family tagged along with us as we saved them from the mob of tricksters. However once in the office our patience was fully tested. They are sooo slow at typing and printing tickets you wouldnt beleive. Our train was coming in half an hour and guess what? We missed it. The help desk bloke was very unhelpful and his 'couldnt care less attitude' got to me haha. I finally chilled and thought nevermind, sometimes you have to accept this Indian idiosyncracy. Anyhow, we went for a pint as we could get a later train so it turned out to be a good thing. Plus we bumped into Matt again. The train was a nightmare. No blankets and we nearly froze to death. And the bastard in the bed below me had spat a massive greener on the floor right in the middle, where my travel pillow fell. I was wretching when  i picked it up and swore a bit at him. He knew what i was saying, but he couldnt of cared less haha. Sorry Kelly, i had to throw the pillow you bought me away. I dont think i could ever cuddle into that again.   
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