Sunday, 3 April 2011

How not to board a train

Woke up and there were still some guys passed out on the couches from their drink/eatfest
last night. Off to the station we go.
Siphoned our way into the train station and to the platform for our train ride. Found our
carriage, gave our tickets and then the drama began. Not allowed on the train.
Language barrier meant we didn't know the reason why and given the train was leaving in 5
minutes this could be a bit of a problem. They took our tickets and permit and eventually
one of the conductors gave us the pleasant 'wait a moment please' and said we could board
the train. Sans tickets it was difficult to know which beds were ours and since they were
all occupied it meant standing around clueless until help (or our tickets) arrived.

In the end we found two beds and tried to settle in for the evening amidst the chaos. Our
cabin, meant to sleep 6, currently had 9 people so again this was bound to be interesting.

On queue was the baby in the next bed who needed to relieve herself so why bother with
toilets when you could just pee on the carpet. That's what the no diaper slit in your pants
is for right?!!! Poor Jeanna, now aghast was frozen in a corner wishing she had flown instead.

The other two young girls who looked to be 7 and 9 were about to prove themselves metabolic
machines. They ate non stop, literally without any kind of break, for the next four hours.
Skinny as sticks they must do a lot of hard daily walking to compliment the food burnoff.

Combine with the usual onlookers who like to stare at the foreigners but don't like to be
stared at and it was the wholesome environment we had envisioned when planning this trip :)

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