Morning time:
The train will leave expected to Jaipur at 10:25 pm, so in the morning, that which we decide to go to the train station and check it out, we need some more tickets for Agra and Sawi Madhoper. Are we at the station and it is usual chaos, queues of people everywhere, and no clear signage, you you have something to say about which queues in should be! Such as 'Tourists', we are a private ticket counter in the location of our tickets from the tourist quota and we, that is it to get out we share with OAP, war hero and MP of, is another thing but in the chaos to find it!
We receive some assistance from a police officer, who points us in the right direction, and we finally find and join the back of the queue. Things move fast and are also by the fact that the OAP only-in in advance anyway not go with it helped push, but we. An hour later we are on the ticket counter, only to say that in the compulsory paperwork, no tickets available are filled for our travel, also not in the class that we want! We
Chalk it up to experience and head way into the city.Evening time:
We are with Kapil at his Office and getting ready for our upcoming train (spiritual). Kapil is that we his friends "blessing ceremony hotel" across the city (the opposite end of town to the railway station) so we attend, go along, despite is worried about get to the station in time, to see what all about it. It turned out his friend is just, run create a new 18-room hotel and that is a type of Hindu ceremony at the people topping-out ceremony in place and have thali (food) and the owner and the hotel wish good luck. We are meeted and welcomed, fed and then we return our luggage to the hotel before you pick up the station.
Even more we in time to the station and it is confusing as in the day in the night. We get finally told what platform we are at and head over.
On each platform there are computer print outs of all passengers information, the train, they are of berth or of Office, on busy,
Their name, gender and age. Sure enough is the train we published on posted on the platform, but neither our details are shown on the print outs! Kapil one quick call on his cell phone and cares for us, the we in, no problem will be posted. We then we our way to the area of the platform we supposedly are to wait.The station itself is big, hot and very busy, and smells like a urinal, men in India just go to the toilet everywhere! There are people packed on our platform, people move on the tracks and shunting engines go on and shine their horns, there is no nice atmosphere but people mainly are friendly or very curious. We get talk a lady and her daughter, who are from Udaipur and Kapil heads off home.
The train is one hour late in about 11.25 and we find that our berth go cabins trampling on the passenger's as we through navigation in some lower class (whoops). We were told our berth was a two bed sleeper but it four turns as one berth, much to our disappointment, but it is nothing, the
We can moreover so we in get and can get as settled as we.We are on the road in the ac1 first class threshold, this is the highest class you get on Indian trains, tickets to Udaipur are around 2200 rupees a way (£ 30 for both of us). The cabin is not first class UK standards but then again we do not think, it would. In addition to the other two paying passengers, we have made some cockroaches who travel their way from general class (think Schindler's list) we believe in style (the audacity!).
It is one long hours and we are very glad, when we met Udaipur at 7 am.
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