perchance to dream (of privacy and a softer bed)

Deja vue 1:  Looking backwards whilst hanging out of the wide open carriage door.

Of trains on time? Our's today was 2.75 hours behind schedule so we pre-numbed our bums on one of the few seats on the Hosapete station platform 1, where our train was to arrive. The 2.75 hours was attained in stages and at some point the lateness invoked a change of platforms, to No.2.
The up lift was not working so I manfully humped 2 x 15+ kg cases plus my 10 kg rucksack up 3 flights of stairs of the bridge, encouraged by a colourful if diminutive muslim fellow traveller. Much to his amusement, and my chagrin, the down lift was fully functional, so we used it. He was not seen again.

Spent most of the journey in the company of a 4 person family who had been cooped up on this train for two days. It, the train, started in Calcutta and would end just a bit beyond our stop at Vasco da Gama. The family descended at Hubli and from there on we were able to make up a bit of our lost sleep.

So, a short pre-paid taxi ride from Margao station to Benaulim Beach saw us ensconced in our room, and unpacked fully for the first time in two weeks. Now sitting on our balcony, having a beer, overlooking the gardens, with a distinct feeling of deja vue. Well a slightly distorted feeling as we were in the room next door 2 years ago. ;-)


And RELAX . . . . . . . . .