11.01.2008 - 11.01.2008
When we arrived at the Delhi railway station, my senses came alive once again. The crowds, the din, the organized confusion. I had expectations of an Indian train station from the many movies that I have seen, and i was pleasently surprised that the reality matched perfectly.
Porters dressed in red smocks carrying luggage on their heads, the multitudes scurrying in every direction to catch their trains, vendors selling everything from food, drinks souvenirs to chains and padlocks to secure your suitcases in the train. We found our track, our car and our cabin without a hitch. We were met by an attendant who could not speak a word of english but continuously gave the greeting of Nameste. I gave him 100 rupees and the gesture continued for the total 14 hour trip to Varanasi.
Our cabin was sparse, but relatively clean. The Mahajan women were sure to see to it that Christine and I would have food for the trip before we left. Christine and I feel blessed that we have met this family. One that we feel such affection towards. There is a connection between us all that you rarely encounter. How fortunate we are.
Christine and I tried to sleep, we were somewhat successful, but it was broken sleep at best. I had gestured to our attendant to knock on the cabin door when we got to Varanasi ( by pure hand motions) and it worked. As we approached Varanasi, he was there to be sure we were awake and ready to go.
Although we have spent a few hours in Varanasi at this point, I will save my first impressions (which are incredible) until tomorrow. Hopefully, we will get our own computer up and running and will be able to post some of our photos. This is an umbeleivable place!!!!!!!!