A man checks the waitlist at New Delhi Railway Station |
All railway station kiosks have their quirks. In Karnataka (and most of southern India), almost every kiosk is a tea-shop, selling strong, spiced, thimble-sized cups of tea to langourous travellers. In Goa, they sell Bebinca, a rich, elaborate multi-layered specialty cake. And Delhi has fresh juice shops, shelves stocked with seasonal (and not-so seasonal) fruit. Here, have a picture.
Pineapples in the middle of autumn! Who would've thought. |
This was the view from our train cubicle. Seven beds cleverly tucked into one, tiny niche. And so night one was spent in the top bunk, drifting in and out of the comfortable, dark, beyond-world of sleep. We woke up only eight hours later, at the very last station, a sleepy border town called Ferozepur.
(Best sleep I had in a week.)
More on Ferozepur tomorrow, though.
Tomorrow: Ferozepur, a military welcome.
loved the kiosk picture.
ReplyDeleteLove the pictures! They perfectly capture the feel of railway travel...beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteShruti (Ex-neighbour)
Why are you so amazing at taking the best ever photos AND writing beautifully AND being awesome.
ReplyDeletewaiting for the follow up.....this is beautiful.
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