The train ride from Bodhgaya to Kolkata was relaxing. We met a couple of women on the train who were also travelling in the same compartment, a mom and her two daughters - one who was in her early thirties probably and the other who was about 1 1/2. They were from Kolkata and they were lovely. We adventurously tried the train food and still live to tell the tale, and we slept or read for most of the ride.
We were pleased to discover that Kolkata looks like less of a disaster than Delhi. We found a taxi and went straight to the IICP. After a bit of driving around and asking questions, we arrived to our humble dorms at the institute. A little dissapointed perhaps by the "lack of luxury" haha (though as I am writing this weeks after this actually happened, I must say we have adjusted well to our dorm and now find it quite homey [or homely as they say in India ;) ]).
The next morning we woke up the sound of loud Indian music from our shantytown-ish neighbours,call to prayer, people bathing in the local tap and several types of happy chirpy birds. We packed up and headed to the airport for a much needed "vacation" in Goa.
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I have just completed reading all your adventures so far and I must say you are very brave to be doing this. Not sure I could.
ReplyDeleteYour stories are great and I love your "sense of humour" with in your side comments...lol
Continue to enjoy but please be safe!