My luggage
First Part of My Journey from New Delhi to Kathmandu Nepal.
This was quite an experience, some could call it fun. My taxi arrived not sure where I was going , he thought the Airport, “no, no” (which is ney), I said the main station. Eventually he understood thank goodness. Being white and western why would I use the train?
I got there to be invaded by porters, which I used, my luggage was heavy half of it being for the Art competition prizes. The luggage had to be carried a long way to my platform well worth the tip for these 2 boys. I could see my cases getting bashed and dusty through security then being carried to my platform, I was so glad that I was carrying my laptop on my back
Finally the train arrived and I had to fight my way through the locals to my carriage, I was travelling 2nd class.
I found my sleeper I was on the bottom bunk, there were 4 of us in our carriage, and yes I slept with 2 Nepali’s and one Indian. But, it really was a great experience and they were all so nice. I happened to be the only white person on this train. I gave out my business cards and they were so impressed with the work that I do in Nepal. I opened my clean packed sheets with my little white towel it was all so sweet. There was even a western toilet out of the four at the end of the carriage. Chi was brought round at 10 rupees, with a digestive biscuit.
We then all made up our beds and settled for the night. I thought I would not sleep, but I did it was a Great experience. I awoke to see India in its sunshine of glory.
I arrived at Gorakhpur safe and sound but about 4 hours journey still to the boarder. The rest of the journey is another story.