After using every means in India, from car to motoriscio ', by bus to the plane, not certainly could not miss this chance to prove how the trains ...
first trip Madurai-Trivandrum (5:30 a.m.) ...
start bringing us into the station ... I drink tea with the cook's hair and ant boundary, we get on the platform waiting for the train hoping to be different beast from the carts that we see people hanging out parade in front of ... backpacks are standing ... a gentleman begins to mumble something ... fucking want this!?!? Zucchi had put his backpack on the column used as a spittoon for half a billion Indians !!!!! good start ...
in the meantime, we realize that there is a meter from us' half-mad with a bum arm wooden sleeping ... then wakes up, screams something, goes back to sleep, almost falling from the wall, falls asleep, the arm comes off the wood wakes, cries, goes back to sleep.
comes the train .... obviously was of the same type as those seen before ... discomfort. But in mega joy: very large spaces, seats that turn into beds, more 'clean of all the hotel rooms that had housed ... cazzofigata!
Obviously, following the maxim of the Chinese sage said that "if something can 'go wrong, India is definitely bad," one who sits beside!?!? an Indian family with two children in the comparison that I was one of those calm _ begin to climb on the bunks, scream, They jumped off ', then they want to sleep, then they want to use the camera, then they want to scream again ... noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! ... Fortunately
down almost immediately and you approach a guy a bit 'strange setting zucchi .. want to fuck!?!? in reality 'we had held the post flare between backpacks and stinky feet, and the poor fellow had made half the trip at the door' cause he did not want to tell us anything ... to understand the range. Poverretto ... poor guy ... poor shit!! and is' down, he 'rocked a bit' and began to snore that even at the best of bobby .. snooooooooor .... snoooooooor .... snoooooor ... This is the soundtrack of the last leg of the journey.
w train, train ... rather ill
yo prota
brief digression
Triavandrum Once in the change of state (from Kerala to Tamil) and 'was pretty evident both in terms of landscapes, both in terms of architectural style, but especially for people who live there ... but how are ??!!!?? The most exemplary
'copy everything there we caught him at the hotel. Its role is not and there 'was, and still, there is no' clear: At first glance it could be the night porter, but in reality 'was the cat and the fox fused together! an evil genius .. and' managed to make us pay a room already 'inhabited by the mold well 500 rupees and handsome then added "but' you have to pay 15% tax !!".. and guess who has pocketed? Our friend! And then what's the rush to send us away early in the morning to pocket all the money the second night without being caught by the Big Boss! I only say that at 8 am .. has begun to knock continuously until 8 and a half .. but you know what I mean wake up wet, smelly mold and one that continues to beat on the door saying "Wake up! Wake up! "!?!! Anyways' best draw a veil!
Ciauuu Manu
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