Our train today rolled toward Darjeeling through the Northeast Indian countryside at a pace somewhere between “slow” and “parked”. As is normally the case on Indian trains, the four doors, two in the front and two in the rear, were left wide open allowing a 180 degree open-air view of life in rural India. My [...]
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Trading Places
Posted in Darjeeling, India, Varanasi, train, travel, wonder on 20 January, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Going to Goa
Posted in Goa, Holiday, India, train, travel on 11 January, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Well, I promised myself that I would deliver a light and fluffy post from here in Goa and that I shall do (but not before writing an un-posted entry on corruption in India and the West).
Our trip here by overnight train from Bombay began with an object lesson in what India is like. Our [...]
The no-name blog entry
Posted in Dharamsala, India, traffic, train, travel on 28 September, 2007 | 1 Comment »
I had a really funny title to this entry, but like much of my funniest material it got rejected by The Censor. As a citizen-journalist I consider this an egregious violation of my First Amendment rights, but alas, domestic tranquility must prevail. No doubt my solution will win me loads of points for this weekend.
Seven [...]
Thank God I’m a White Boy
Posted in Amritsar, India, Religion, train, travel on 23 September, 2007 | 5 Comments »
I think I’ll tell the tale of our fifth-anniversary trip to Amritsar in a series of vignettes. At the end I promise to pull some of it together in a way that explains my title, which Mrs. WMG is worried sounds racist but that I think is merely provocatively politically incorrect and expresses a thought [...]
On the Way to The Golden Temple
Posted in Amritsar, India, train, travel on 21 September, 2007 | 1 Comment »
First class trains in India are dead boring. Our last overnight train journey took us to Rajasthan in western India Our berth mates on that trip were an Army Major from Jaiselmer, a woman traveler from Brazil and a couple from France who joined us at about three o’clock in the morning. We were in second class for [...]
