Ragu

I picked up a rickshaw to take me to Hospet train station.  The driver’s name was Ragu (apprently not named after the sauce).  Ragu’s rickshaw was quite possibly the oldest thing I have ever seen.  There was a point in which I thought we weren’t ever going to get up the hill.  It was such a bumpy ride that I thought my tits would bounce clean off.

On the way I was asking him how he coped with not being able to drink.  He said that it didn’t affect him as he only drank once a year.  I explained that this was similar to me but in reverse.  He left me at the station, only to appear on foot about two minutes afterwards.  He said that he had checked out the train and I still had an hour till it came, so he would take me somewhere for a beer.  So off we go to find beer.  I think that he'll order a coffee or something but no, he orders beer.  The waiter asked if we wanted normal or strong Kingfisher.  I ordered a normal one and low and behold old Ragu steams into a strong one.  I think he may have been telling porkies about his beer consumption.

On the platform I met a girl from Sweden called Cecila.  We swapped stories about Indian men.  She doesn’t find them nearly as pervy as I do.  She had no stories of being touched up or being sexually abused by toes.  I’m beginning to think it’s just me.  It turned out that we had beds near each other.  It felt really nice to have a proper conversation with someone and not feel like such a bloody loner.

The train was packed so the only ticket I could get was a three tier a/c ticket.  It is a lot more expensive than a normal sleeper ticket (by about £7.  I have started to lose all perspective) but by fuck, it felt like pure luxury.  Not only is there air conditioning, there are also sheets, pillows and even a cute little curtain.  As well as all this there is even a western toilet.  Woohoo!!

On the train we met 4 girls from Banglaore, who spoke amazing English and were super sweet.  I was gutted though when they asked why I was going to Bangalore as there is nothing to do there.  Great!!   I figured that they might just be saying that as they are used to it and so don't appreciate its true beauty (Oh, how wrong I was).