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First off - to stop anybody worrying about me and my financial situation, any trouble has been averted. Apparently unless you tell the bank you are going abroad, you're cards will not work. Thanks for letting me know Mum!
Dan and I are currently sitting in a little 'restaurant' in Ramnagar, North East of Delhi. we arrived here at five this morning, bewildered by our experience on the night train. Expecting something not dissimilar to the Hogwart's Express, we arrived at the train station pretty excited. We were met with a monster of a train, and surronded by anxious passengers just sitting on the floor. Once you have navigated your way around these, and found the right platform and train, the next task was to find the right carriage.
This was not as easy as we thought it would be!
We wandered up and down the platform, I believe sharing the opinion that the carriages would be numbered in chronological order. In typical Indian style, this was not the case, and our first class carriage was stuck with the riff raff!
Once we were aboard we were met with a more distressing sight: not the small rooms we expected ala Harry Potter, but instead bunk beds three high, and designed for a small Indian man, not a couple of big burly Bournemouthians. Needless to say not much sleep was had.
Once we got here we knew we had a few hours to wait until the Corbett Office opened, so we were resigned to the fact that we might have to wait the entire time in the station. Then a man came to our aid! Initially we thought he was just another tout, the type we have avoided so unsuccessfully in Delhi. But on the promise of somewhere to stay, at least temporarily, we went with him.
It seemed too good to be true, and ultimately it was. we were awoken after about an hour by a group of unruly Indian children who thought it was funny to knock on everybody's door, and eventually find their way into our room. we were not happy, and thankful when Imran, our saviour, rescued us from this Indo-pubescent hell.
He sorted out our trip for us, an otherwise impossible task it would seem, as crowds of people swarm around just two windows to get into the park and arrange their own trip. A 71 year old Australian spoke to us about the dissapointment he felt at not looking like getting into the reserve anytime soon.
We were again, grateful for Imran. He has now sorted that all out for us, will be our driver for the Safari, and has found us a much better room, with hot water and everything!
So tomorrow we go in search of tigers. This will therefore be the last entry for a few days, but will hopefully have a few stories and photos to share on our return!
Dan still has the s***s.
I do too.
Good times.
Also, it would seem my fey homosexual antics in public are beginning to get on Dan's nerves, but at times there is nothing better to do. (He made me write this!!!)
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