Saturday, 10 September 2011

The tut tut episode

... Friday night me Georgia and Flo set off on our weekend travels to Haridwar, a city on the Ganga which is apparently the seventh holiest city in India (please dont quote me on this). So, bags packed we headed out into the night to catch the 10pm sleeper train from Old Delhi railway station. If I tell you that New Delhi railway station is like walking into a hospital/vetinary ward in a third world country, I am sure you can't begin to imagine what Old Delhi railway station would be like. We decided to be good with our spending so wandered to the metro, only to find after buying a ticket and getting on the train to Chandi Chowk that there was a 'technical' fault. All the other fellow passengers seemed at ease as they got off the train to wait. However, in true English spirit, as soon as we saw police officers running up and down the train we were off quicker than you could say the word 'bomb'.

Hailing a tut tut then became the second best option, though this in itself was no mean feat. It took us around 20 minutes and Me telling Flo to look as good as possible so that us 'westeners' would get a tut tut before the locals (this is bad, and I wouldnt usually do it, but desperate times call for western preference) ... so, we travelled into the night for about 30 seconds, before were told to get out and into another tut tut, for no apparent reason. But in Delhi, or anywhere else in India I presume, noone ever questions a tutut driver. ... Ever. At the end of the day all we know is that they are Indian, and have access to a vehicle, and say 'yes' if you ask whether they know where they are going! .. halfway through our final tutut of the night we decided to ask the driver how far.. he didn't reply so we assumed he spoke no English. Although on a quick glance into the mirror it was quite apparent that out tutut driver was almost asleep!

Several seconds later he pulled over and was sick everywhere. ... what does one do in this situation? due to the language barrier this presented quite a challenge. In the end we had to give him the money and leave. I offered him my water but he would not take it, but I hope he is alright now!.
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I am in Jaipur at the moment as the programme is over and it is my last week in India,. I haven't updated this in quite a while so I am forgetting bits and bobs and have such little time to write it all as so so so much has happened! ... will talk about the train in my next blog tomorrow am. sorry! Download: eType1.com/f.php?FpNowq



2 comments:

  1. I am very sorry for not been posting comments. I have been reading, but as I have been back at uni a week know ive been reading then running off somewhere else. Sounds like your having an amazing time and some very interesting experiences :P some im sure im quite jelouse of and some im deffintly sure im glad to still be over here in england lol. Really rather jelouse to be honest. Seeing all the sights, shopping! Not so jelosue of the rain but im sure if its inida theres some heat to go with it so not like the raing we are having at the moment in lovely england. My days women you have been away a very very long time and i would very much like it if you could come back know. :) I want to hear stories!! And also have needed you these past few days, come back. But i guess if this is your last week then i can let you off slightly. See you soon :D xxx

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  2. Tut Tut Tut you be careful. You sound to be having fun and it can only get better now you are off on holiday. I suppose you will come back eventually

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