Travel Blogs from Kasauli
... night train back to Delhi. As we had no luggage to worry about, we decided to experience travelling in a lower class on the sleeper train (at my request!) and I now accept Shenal is right when she says we need to travel in the higher class – I did not sleep thanks to screaming children and others constantly getting on and off the train throughout the night. Our return to Delhi was followed by a long ...
... up enough, she left for India, lured here by a childhood fascination with The Jungle Book. It's great that she has already 'seen the light' and got life's priorities sorted out - for me it took 7-8 years longer and I'm still not fully clear in my head!
The rest of the day was spent travelling - a bus back to Haridwar, then by train to Chandigarh, changing trains at Ambala Cantonment.
... side in between 2 hills and still buses coming the other way didn't wait for us to both safely go through. They just decide there is room for 2 and come at you! We also had a diversion which added on about an hour. Mountain diversions are a proper git.
Anyway we ended up in Shimla and Joe had been here before so knew where to take us. Unfortunately it was right up a massive hill to Mall Road where everything pretty much is. Shimla is basically a really ...
... with a t-shirt. Somehow he got back in, which led to him playing weird games with the lights and pacing around, smoking a cigarette. He was clearly drunk, and we were terrified since we had no idea what he would do.
And once again, he came back and insisted on sleeping beside me. Finally, the other intern beside me woke up and tried to speak to him in Punjabi. She was very polite and kept telling him that he couldn't sleep here. He then insisted on sleeping next to ...
... more than a
train!! As we ever so painfully slowly clamber up into the mountains
it feels as though we are being given an intimate tour of mountain
life. Lyn, Richard and Adam are 3 of the 4 white faces on the train,
and it amazes me that people still have to travel like this to reach
their families. We see schoolchildren going to...then coming from
school, lines of men crouched along the track sipping chai, ...