bombay-part 3 [the train]

so the train eventually does arrive. we make certain that it's the right train. the coimbatore express.also fondly called the kurla express, although there's no mention of this anywhere as far as i can see.and so the journey begins.

on the train....an extract from the blue book.

from 15/02/05
the only thing i like doing on the train is sitting by the door and reading. it's hot,still so hot...and it's dark already. we're still in andhra.

this must be the twenty third time i've stopped myself from grumbling and whining about the heat. it's pointless and i'm NEVER going to live in andhra.

...there's this little[muslim- i imagine, from the clothes and the fact that she speaks urdu] girl that's attatched herself to marlene. i've figured out a way to make her disappear. when she starts jabbering in my general vicinity,i ask her to sing. voila- she disappears :)

...she refuses to leave marlene alone...but she did for about two minutes. BIG MISTAKE...guess who's sitting where she was now *raises eyebrows twice with wicked grin* HA...:). marlene can thank me later.

and now to cut the the long journey short. we left about an hour and a half late and reached less than twentyfour hours later.

commendation to the two young men who were our compartment companions. they didn't stare. they didn't even look, they quietly read or did whatever it is they were doing.nothing untoward. which is more than i can say for all the other men on our left and right .*curses at them* [for the guys staring at marl] .me i smile [at myself and her] .it's the way of the train, so i've learned.