Train Travel in India
Trip Start
Nov 02, 2009
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Trip End
Jan 26, 2010
When buying a ticket for the train in India there are several pointers to keep in mind. The first is that women can always go to the front of the line and the second is that she who pushes hardest gets served first.
Our first attempt at ticket buying was Orchha, where we politely stood in line and waited our turn ....an hour later we came to realize that our "system" wasn't particularly successful. Today in Gwalior we came armed with knowledge and ready to go. I was buying the ticket instead of oscar. I worked my way to the front of the line and pushed with the best of them, 3 minutes later we were heading for the platform to catch the 2807 Samata express to Agra.
Once on the platform , it's just a case of waiting for the inevitably late train, trying to hear any platform changes over the hubub, saying no to beggers and dodging a rat or two ( or ten)
The train arrives and people jam themselves in like sardines. Salesmen wander along the tracks selling fruit, samosas and of course chai (tea). There's a slightly overwhelming smell of urine and faeces as the toilets empty onto the tracks and over the noise of people spitting out the windows, the calls of "chai chai chai ", the horn blows, there's a last minute panicked rush and we're off.....next stop Agra !!!!
Our first attempt at ticket buying was Orchha, where we politely stood in line and waited our turn ....an hour later we came to realize that our "system" wasn't particularly successful. Today in Gwalior we came armed with knowledge and ready to go. I was buying the ticket instead of oscar. I worked my way to the front of the line and pushed with the best of them, 3 minutes later we were heading for the platform to catch the 2807 Samata express to Agra.
Once on the platform , it's just a case of waiting for the inevitably late train, trying to hear any platform changes over the hubub, saying no to beggers and dodging a rat or two ( or ten)
The train arrives and people jam themselves in like sardines. Salesmen wander along the tracks selling fruit, samosas and of course chai (tea). There's a slightly overwhelming smell of urine and faeces as the toilets empty onto the tracks and over the noise of people spitting out the windows, the calls of "chai chai chai ", the horn blows, there's a last minute panicked rush and we're off.....next stop Agra !!!!



Comments
Whaaaahaha...en nu denk ik dan echt even; liever jullie dan ik!
Succes lieverds, maar dat hebben jullie volgens mij niet nodig, Natives in one day!!!
KUS!!!
klinkt heerlijk!!
Ik geloof zeker dat jij in 3 minuten kaartjes had.
Die vrouwen wisten niet wat hen overkwam!!!
Er wordt nu nog over je geschreven in the local paper.
Australian red head stole our tickets.......
kisssssss