The driver lugged my
backpack to the entrance of Howarth train station, the entrance was bursting at
the seams as travellers fought their way in and out. Stepping over bodies of
people casually waiting for tickets, I made my way into the huge waiting area,
groups of Indians scattered around huge mountains of luggage - announcements
shrieking over the tirade of chitter-chatter of patiently waiting passengers.
The time was 5.30pm, my train departed at 7.10pm, I had time to kill!
Taking a seat I watched
couples engrossed in conversation. Mothers trying to control their children and
men trying to capture the attention - and affection - of lone women travellers.
My train, number 13005 arrived - it was time to board. Making my way to the
platform I fought the hundredss if not thousands of other passengers trying to
grab their seat. I was booked, I has a reserved space (but only at last minute
having been a little unaware how much in advance you need to book trains in
India – 4 weeks!!!) my second class air conditioned sleeper carriage was
awaiting me on coach B1.
India has one of the
largest train networks perhaps, only second to china, originally built by the
British – and by all accounts very little has been added since the Brits colonial
rule. Spanning the width and breadth of the country it is one of the most
efficient ways to travel - my tickets - R850 - just over £10 for a 14-hour
journey. Not bad at all!
In the section where I
was positioned their were six beds, I crammed my six foot frame into the Top
bunk that barely fitted within the confines of the bed. I spoke to a Chinese
traveler and a local Indian before falling into a deep sleep. 7am I woke. How
I managed a 10 hour-kip is beyond me…especially on a train.
The train pulled into
Varanasi at 9.17am - just 5minutes delayed having traveled over 500km. Well
done India! (I can travel only 13 minutes, one stop in London and be over 7
minutes delayed…at least this is one habit I see the Indian’s managed to shrug
off from the British – but this is my first trip afterall).
Varanasi station was
bustling but much calmer than Kolkata. A tout tried to encourage me to travel
by motor tuk -uk with him. You need to be careful here, they will try to take
you where you don't want to go. Fortunately, I had booked the Sahi River View
Guest House in advance having read praise in Lonely Planet and Tripadvisor.
I attended the tourist
information desk at the station who confirmed the hotel booking by phone for me
and then arranged a tuk-tuk to take me there. R150 - sure I overpaid but at
less than £2 I wasn't complaining, it turned out to be a 20minute ride through
the town.
It was a hive of
activity. Markets strewn across streets, cows meandering at their own free will
- feeding on food & trash - dogs slept in the shade. The smells kept
changing: flowers, fruit, feces, piss, herbs and spices. Rubbish sprawled the
sidewalks as children made their way to school.
So this is
Varanasi?
This is what I've read!
And what's expected! Time to explore!
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