I've made it to my friend's house in Tura, Meghalaya (spelling...) over in the north east of India where tourists don't usually get to. I'll be here for christmas, and though I've been conscious here for about three hours, its good to be here.
I woke up at 6:30 in the morning yesterday, to take a taxi to the shared jeep stand in Gangtok, Sikkim. From there drove about four plus hours to Siliguri, from which point my driver helped get me an auto to the train station about half an hour away. At the NJP train station I arrived just in time for my train, and spent the next seven hours going to New Bongaigaon, in Assam.At which point I was picked up by my friends and taken home, arriving at about two in the morning.
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excuse me?
Excuse me?
EXCUSE ME?!
There happened to be what looked like a high school soccer team on the train with me. Finally looking up at who was screaming at me, I get, "hi. Whats your name?" I muttered it softly enough they couldn't really get it, and seem to have decided it was Sheba. Periodically then I had to ignore: "excuse me...excuse me...excuse me..." punctuated with the giggles and hindi conversation of five to six boys in the berths across and above me. Ignoring them proved to be a good course of action as for their own amusement they added in kissy noises and questions as to whether I had a sister. All of this was incredibly amusing to them. Thankfully they tired of getting no response and went to make a ruckus somewhere else.
I woke up at 6:30 in the morning yesterday, to take a taxi to the shared jeep stand in Gangtok, Sikkim. From there drove about four plus hours to Siliguri, from which point my driver helped get me an auto to the train station about half an hour away. At the NJP train station I arrived just in time for my train, and spent the next seven hours going to New Bongaigaon, in Assam.At which point I was picked up by my friends and taken home, arriving at about two in the morning.
_____
excuse me?
Excuse me?
EXCUSE ME?!
There happened to be what looked like a high school soccer team on the train with me. Finally looking up at who was screaming at me, I get, "hi. Whats your name?" I muttered it softly enough they couldn't really get it, and seem to have decided it was Sheba. Periodically then I had to ignore: "excuse me...excuse me...excuse me..." punctuated with the giggles and hindi conversation of five to six boys in the berths across and above me. Ignoring them proved to be a good course of action as for their own amusement they added in kissy noises and questions as to whether I had a sister. All of this was incredibly amusing to them. Thankfully they tired of getting no response and went to make a ruckus somewhere else.
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