indian muslim drinking water

blind mother with her two kids.

when the train rushed in the tunnel, the youngsters who hung themselves out would yell, making funny noises.

it had been a while since the end of the overloading situation in india trains. people were usually sitting inside. but some intrepid guys would still hang .

south indian people, very similar to african, except that their hair are not crinkle

sunset

arrived in thiruvananpatanum. it started raining. i hurried to find a hotel. but all said they had no vacant rooms. i had the police help me out. this was the room i finally settled in. very safe, the owner must be responsible to my safety for sake of the cops. i even got a discounted price.

during my search for a guesthouse, i waited for the rain to stop , in a roadside foodstall. no one was there except the owner, who allowed me to sit for half an hour and heard me out my tribulation to find a hotel. he even called a friend to come and take me back to the station in motorcycle, for free. he professed he had no idea why all the hotels refused me, and he thought i could find one near the station, but unfortunately still no.

they served me food , but they did not give me a room. so strange. this food came from the same hotel which has refused me to stay.

anyway, their food was palatable. spicy, juicy, flavoury. but i could not help thinking whether they have put poison in it out of revenge for my calling for a cop to intervene.

end of day 7

day 8, to kozhikode.

igbesachick:
mango, not cheap, 400naira per piece, almost equaled to a bag of coffee.

How many mangoes make one piece

igbesachick:
indian guy shared the bunk with me.

dude is in gear 5

Papanwamaikpe:
How many mangoes make one piece

one mango one piece

igbesachick:


one mango one piece

For 400? Why is it that expensive na

Papanwamaikpe:
For 400? Why is it that expensive na

but everything else is so cheap. 400 can have a big meal in india.

igbesachick:


but everything else is so cheap. 400 can have a big meal in india.

Oh! Maybe the mango was expensive due to scarcity or probably not its official season yet I guess

american brand chips, a little bit expensive than the indian ones. but tasted MUCH better.

100 naira

tea shop in the station. same price as that served on the train

snapshot of the city i was leaving that morning. not that good momery for the hitch of the accommodation issue.

another untouchable, culled the food cast away by the passengers

doughnuts indian-style. cheap but not tasty. bought some on the train to fool my tummy before a real decent meal in the evening.

cabin for disabled people, but disabled guys are all in the normal cabins begging.

scene on the road.

that day was uneventful until i got to the town.

sign post in a small station

state-run guesthouse inside the station. in big cities, only holders with higher class tickets were allowed to stay. but this was a small city and it was 2am. the sleepy janitor took my money and showed me the BED-ROOM.

amother night being refused by all the hotels in a certain city.

my BED-ROOM. the air con was functioning. some people snoring in other rooms. i put my money under the mattress and slept through.

communal shower room. clean by indian standard.

my room , been sleeping for 5 hours, 2am to 7am. charged me 500naira. very cheap. safer than i thought it would be. i could hear the horn and siren of the passing trains all night long. quite romantic.

end of day 8

day 9 from kozhikode to Goa.

Goa was a travel hotspot. zero pressure to book a room. people were hospitable once you got a fat wallet.

cost of everything was higher than other cities. too many white tourists. but luckily i met none. i slept one night and left.

morning sight of kozhikode, the city i was about to leave.

i liked the daytime of india. it was much safer, and gave me a feeling of "integrity". when nights came, a discomposing vibe permeated everywhere. same street had a two faces.

my breakfast. food was the most lusterless part of my indian journey , for me.

i need to be honest to myself.

dog accompanyning me to wait for the train. they were docile only when they were losing consciousness.

to dry my jeans. totally carefree. you can do anything in india trains. maybe this is what the concept of "world's biggest democratic country" is.