25.12.2009 - 26.12.2009 -20 °C
The train trip was about 81% pleasurable. Naturally this is not in comparison to the bullet train, the blue train (although ours was blue) or Swiss Railway, but from what we expected (in my case, the worst), it was nice. The conductors shared our compartment so the bag theft issue was sorted. And then a Dutch family replaced them, which meant that we weren’t stared at.
The trip only lost points because of the unsympathetic smell of urine in the squat loo. Western loos on these trains are a lost cause.
The best part was arguably waking up early and seeing the countryside. It reminded me a lot of China, except the people are obviously Indian and instead of grey pants, the women wear saris in the fields. A slightly privileged and romantic view of this side of India, I’m sure.
Anyway, the person in the photo is of a man who was selling a version of breakfast on the train. He stopped and stared at me, saying nothing. We only figured out after a good many minutes that he simply wanted his picture taken. Then he smiled and was off. Thank goodness the freakiness got removed from that situation!