GLug..glug..glug..glug I went after stepping home a vanquished hero who's suffered the trials of the Great Indian Train Journey.Not like it was worse than the Great Indian Sweat Fest that was astonishingly well organised by the Gre... well I wont push it...Indian railway.Yes since one really cant afford to spend more than a grand,up and down on the innumerable trips one makes to pune and back one just lies content with second class. And there it begins ..the recent edition of the government initiatives- the Dehydration Drive!This one , one really cant ignore , what with the trail of slimy sweat that rises with you like a clinging piece of tape, off the cheap berth when u wake up and drag your face off it, like plaster off the wall.
Well, now I go glug..glug... till I feel its forever and ive neutralized the evil forces that drove half my body content away( I tell myself to chill coz i have 27% water left ,totally 77% if u didnt know, and if i go any further , they'll have to pump it out with the Great Indian Disposable Needle) and then finally im satisfied. All I need now is three days of sleep and in 5 minutes I have discreetly acquired a new title-'Great Indian ,dead as a dog,log and three fat snails in a nuclear fall out'.
Note: The comma before dead is autobiographical...
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I don't know what it is about traveling but it is exhausting. I recently traveled to INdia from the states. Of course I must admit, in a modern airplane, even traveling in coach is like first class. I must say that aspect is wonderful.
and they continuously bring their little tea carts by filled with every beverage you can imagine. So dehydration isn't the problem. But when taking two 9 hour flights with a 4 hour lay over, bordom is one biggest enemy.
I tried to parcel out my entertainment in small quantities. And of course then there is the time change.
My lay over was in Frankfort, which is Lufthansa's hub. which basically means they drag people from all sorts of different time zones to theirs. So when you get to Frankfort, you and eveyrone else there, stalks around like zombies waiting for the next leg of their journey.
Now I have to tell you what a delight Indian Air ports are. I have no idea what in the world made the builders thing that upolsterd chairs were a good idea. They get so filthy they are like sitting on human squaler. I one time had the good luck to fall asleep in the bombay international air port on an upolsterd chair, only to wake up with flee bites.
How lovely.
I can only imagine what the trains are like.
Let's all pray that the new found capatalizm and reduced government interfearence will finally bring wealth to india, as it has done the rest of the world.
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