Thursday, March 27, 2014

There is something about train ride, I


There is something about train ride, I've often heard people say that it is best to do our rut of New Delhi to Varanasi was booked on an overnight train and things like everything in india on time, but was in the end delayed by two hours. The night I slept, partly because my love is sick, and I too long for the bench, I was graciously the doors of the train open and getting such a smoke makes. Train ride in India has a dynamic of its own, it was the shelving of bags and lock in your luggage, it is after the guy on the other side had to understand that he's your baggage place and rather nadezda use its own to use. The second phase is the introduction nadezda and in broken English you have to explain where you are from. Phase three is dinner and then for a short time like all their mouths, not from respect for others who do not eat, but the mere fact that the food you burn and you can not talk, then all four phase drink chai in silence, and just when you think the silence nadezda will keep the bastards start babbling again, and it's loud, you do not sleep. Only 12 hours here at night it starts quiet and you sleep well but. But somewhere a knower it makes its mark up all night talking and socializing and disturb no one, it is as if he visits train ride for the first time. Phase five starts as the staff on the train 5 hours all up and started to run down the narrow aisles, short feet from the bank stamp. Then you wake up, breakfast is served a mixture nadezda of omelettes and Spices have been. Usually the subdued atmosphere than the train you so hours of the station comes. It was then that the bunch that finished last night visiting then a new story and discovered it constantly scolded. The last stage is the climb down, there is not a rule you are not polite no, you push and push you away from other remains behind and you might even get to the next station. In India you show no respect when it comes to running, as the old before you go too slow for your liking, you knock him out of the way. The train stops only for 5 minutes and then you should be off. You press on the people and fought just to old for you as he strolled. It is not seen as rude if you do not.
Varanasi, a holy city on the holy River Ganges. The history leading to the sacred Lord Shiva ordered nadezda that the city more than seven thousand years ago is to be built. Historical experts disagree about it and some say that the city is 3,000 years old. The name Varanasi comes from the original city Varun further to the north, and a different nadezda city Assi further south. The history that every other guy tell you different and I decided to go google, nowhere can I find concrete evidence that one of the hundreds of stories the truth. I realized that if you somewhere between faith and facts get lost, you have a whole nation can be verdwaal.Waarheid is not really important as long as you have the money from someone else's pocket and can get into yours. So between the stories I was trying to love and not to get lost, and just keep afloat. Here I will not drown.
With our return journey from the site creamation down to our near-brawl or rather I almost geneek the Indians, we see a young woman walking in the direction of the place. We stopped to greet her kindly and warns her against going ahead that, especially since his wife and a camera around her neck. She's smiling and you pull those cocky attitude traveler we all know too well. I call it the "I have getravel syndrome" All travelers suffer from it and sooner or later we'd pull those out syndrome, pretend to know everything about everything and everyone down, and then when daddy's winner splash. I greet my love and the woman, nadezda and went all photo Taking off from the Ganges. Love enjoys her camera swings around and take one picture to another, I look back and see that there are a lot of off site creamtion pursued us. We collected every 5min Lanel I recall that we had to move. I'm not here feel like a fist and swing will also not spending our money to the police to investigate the purchase or cause to go away. After a while I see them gone, I went to a street vendor, nadezda get two bottles of water and make sure that only good the seals are not broken. The walking and photo nemery a lovely nadezda touch, but the sun begins its toll. We discussed the situation and both of us recognize that our veins unsavory situation properly cleared and that the coolness of the room and had a cold coke now the thing to do. We walked quietly back while honey here and there to take pictures. Just before we took the left turn to our guest house, comes the lady walking her Chinese gelaatsrek pale. The poor lady stood and trembled as big as she is, and not far behind her I saw the two

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