50 hours on a train

After that gorgeous holiday in Varkala, it’s time for the next part of the journey. Travelling some of the north on motorbikes. I’ve arranged to rent bikes from a seemingly trustworthy company in Delhi so that’s where I’m heading. But the far south is quite far from Delhi. In fact, it’s 50 hours on a single train (if there’s no delays). I decided that it would be best to keep a diary for all the special memories that might pop up whilst on the train. This is it.

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Lazing in Varkala

The days flew by here. Fishermen on the beach, untangling their nets after setting out early in the morning, together with babas, people devoted to a God. They’re blessing people on the beach. Indian tourists mixed with foreign tourists. Aah, it’s good to be back on the beach.

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What… What’s that lurking in the bush?

After the days in the ashram, the day I left turned out to be great. Next to the ashram is a lake, and me, Tom and new found partners in crime Jay, Devin and Natalie (we skipped Satsang and hid in the bush, they came looking for us with torches!) swam across and walked along the fence of the Neyyar Dam Safari Park. Just to go for a walk, do something fun. Jay and Natalie were just a little bit ahead, and then…
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An Ashram Experience

I was right there. Trivandrum, only an hour away from Neyyar Dam where a highly recommended ashram is. And I was going to go. Really. But then, the night before, me and Tom got talking about motorbikes and decided to change our plans completely. I still can’t believe we were RIGHT THERE…

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The next few stops – South India

The next few stops

I love trains in India! The things you see outside, scenery changing, kids playing on the street, colourful laundry hung in front of beautifully painted houses. Eerie rocks, and going from dust into the hills, green, lush, fresh air. I prefer the trains to buses, but sometimes you don’t have a choice. After Hampi we’re off on a train to…

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Hampi days

Don’t worry, be Hampi. A long, uncomfortable overnight sleeperbus ride from Palolem to Hampi (in another state) and I arrived early in the morning. Like, 6am in utter darkness. Not really knowing where to go, except “across the river”, I went to a little stall next to the bus station, for some masala chai. It seems like these little stalls are just open 24/7, there were some Indians as well. Maybe on their way home from work, or the other way around of course.

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