11 am - Arrive at the station. The first thing to travel by train, the ticket. Within this mission would have several options:
1 - Buy the ticket at a travel agency and you nailed twice the price of the ticket in commissions ... this is not ours ..
2 - Buy your ticket in the "special tourist office fucking white boys", only available in major train stations or tourist attractions ..... this time will be no luck ...
3 - Remove the bill as a good son of Indian ... fighting with elbows and teeth in a more horizontal than vertical tail-time undefined. We will choose the latter to give a little grace of this matter?.
Imagine .... a lot of trains going to
all sides (in part thanks to the English friends) and a lot more people around the sides ... each with a different name than course does not coincide with where you go and fill out a form necessary for admission. CHAOS Whereupon, the first in line to give you the form ... 20 minutes .... find out what your train with the help of some charitable soul and fill the leaf happy with how easy it is to reach and say, Atocha, please! and give you a ticket, but no, not here, this is India and things are as they are .... because I say, you see them sweeping the soil folded in half with a 20 cm brush ..... give it a longer stick man !!!.. but hey, that's another story and should be told at another time (she had always wanted to say this.)
With the completed form and an incipient headache, second or third line, is already 15 people long ..... 10 minutes each equal to! Head doloraco !!!!!.... because both are struggling to avoid sneaking you, not seeing the nose with ... Every 10 minutes waiting is enlivened by an outbreak of fighting between two guys that scream at the face 5 minutes because a has been cast ... and amazing is that they do not stick !!!!!... Total
that as 2 hours after you get to the window and pray (om namah Shivah) so that has touched you speak English:
- Yes sir?.
- Toomas YA, 2 tickets to Varanasi, please.
- not for today, for today at Mughal Serai (which was very close) and 20 km rickshaw.
- Perfect. 2 Please.
- not that there is no space.
- Hell, if I just say that if ...
- have to wait for 3, which is free places for tourists (oh thank you)
- Vale, will have to wait.
15:00 h-Cola again, this time with cortita lucky, because when you are in the queue again as they give you choice, and people in the queue: Hey! do not school! ... not that I have not cast Senhor, senhora strikes me ..... do not lie! .. and so from the roll. But in the end we place on the train. Plaza ticket but the ticket turn to the queue again at 19:30 ... roll Asterix and the 12 tests, but hey, philosophy and blanket .....
4 hours of waiting, that we do ... playing cards? ok .... 10 minutes and have a circle of people around who is bigger and bigger every time .... Excuse me sir, Which country? (The million dollar question) ... is your wife? veeeeery beautiful .... very lucky man to watch your bastard !!!.. more room, but fine.
The seller of chana (something like dried chickpeas), the water, the sweeper, the tea, the coffee, the french fries, you removed the hairs from the nose and ears (as I tell you), the boot (and we in flip flops) toooooodos want to talk to you or hear from you. But that came not it, to live experiences, and as Guruji Vaan Gaal said: NEVER EVER POSITIF Négatif!!
22:30 h - THE TREEEEEEEN !!!!!.. After 11 estacionlidiando Khorasan in with all sorts of interesting situations at least we get on the train on our sites .... and there are 8 people with room for 3 ... and types GENTS GENTS TRAIN TRAIN!, With wagon of men and women and we run you run to find a wagon that is not! ... the train ends and no more .... and now that we do ... as we go to get there that people will hang from windows !!!!.... luckily another car came where we had to share with two families, but each in its place, each with its corresponding berth. sleep, as you can until 4 am ..... Garam Garam CHAI CHAI!! fuck that's 4!! vendors that you wake up early and they start the chain reaction ... Ninh crying, more vendors and the mother who bore them.
You get up, eat breakfast and get off at a stop to smoke a cigar and it comes a walk: Excuse me sir, you can not smoke here ... and I can my friend? ... There, in the wagon ... OLE your eggs, so cigarillos with the wagon up sitting on the stairs until are the guards and you want to put a fine for smoking in the car !.... but if I just say that if I could !!!!... ah, but only in the banho ... ah, great. .....
Back to sites with the 2 families with 2 Ninh Pequenho .... remember how great it was Herod so fuck you back to the bunk with the nap of the baker, and between book and suenhos and endless inexplicably stops in the middle of nowhere gives us at 20:00 pm, arrival time, when it was scheduled at 5 quarter. Ahhhh!, We can not forget Borat, that more nice guy!, Who wanted it'll take you to Brazil, I wanted to learn to play the tute .... 20:05 h. - Here you what, more than curious ..... you load the backpacks and head out the door to roll .... then you feel movie star because you're firing which they asked TOO EXCUSE ME SIR WHICH COUNTRY and you're shaking hands for 5 minutes until you get out of the train ... this is sooo strong ....
So after 30 more hours we reached Varanasi rickshaw again, so hard that we were tired so we could not sleep for the desire he had that morning arrived, like when they only come ..... .
and you will wonder who is this guy?, We also only one of many who wanted to take a picture with us .....
I want ...
0 comments:
Post a Comment