It strained our “getting it together” skills but we did manage an early morning today and left Agra at around 8am, bound for Delhi. A final road trip with trusty Bilu and his little white Suzuki.
Not much to report except a delicious aloo parantha and chai, roadside, for breakfast. Then a brief stroll through Chandni Chowk (crazy, local textile market) before it was all aboard the sleeper train for Varanasi.
I write from my top bunk! Not a bad way to travel.
Osman and I find ourselves sharing a 4 berth sleeper area with just 1 other person. Mr Grumpy.
I named him that based on his behavior towards a young man who works on the train. He has not been grumpy to me… just a bit leary.
I think Mr Grumpy works for the government… he has some sort of name badge and carries a locked briefcase - chained to his hand. He has obviously dyed his beard - it’s orange. I know! I thought it must have sensitive documents or tons of cash inside too… perhaps the secret codes needed to blow something up or another 5 passports, each with different nationality and name, but the same photo inside?
Alas, from my perch, I was able to get a good look inside when he opened it. It contains only several average items of clothing, a fist full of 10 rupee notes and what looks like toiletries. Bor-ing!
But since I have nothing else to keep me occupied, am all hopped up on sweet, sweet chai and I do have laptop power up here, I decided to treat you with a pic of the briefcase … so you can see I was not exaggerating about the lock-to-wrist thing.
In the words of my brother…Bored much? Yes, just a bit... But then so are you if you are still reading!
Yes, since you noticed; Those are his trousers with belt on top of the case. He left, without them, to go to the bathroom!!!
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