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Le train pour Mumbai/ The train to Mumbai

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Le trajet pour Mumbai (et l’arrivee !) se place dans le top 3 des plus mauvaises experiences de notre voyage.
Nos 22 heures de train Bangalore – Mumbai se sont deroulees en « sleeper class ». C’était la premiere et la derniere fois qu’on tente l’experience pour un long trajet.

The journey to Mumbai (and the arrival!) is definitely in the top 3 of the worst experiences of our trip.
We spent the 22 hours of our train Bangalore – Mumbai in “sleeper class”. It was the first and last time we were doing this for a long journey.

La sleeper class, c’est quoi ? La sleeper class, c’est pas cher. Mais la sleeper class, c’est des banquettes sans draps, ni oreillers (jusque la, c’est surmontable), des banquettes toutes petites (déjà ca l’est moins, je parle au nom de Gearoid), et un wagon sans air conditionne, et la de suite c’est PAS surmontable parce que le wagon, il est blinde. 22 heures sous 35 degres et sans un souffle d’air frais, ca fait mal les amis. Donc voila pourquoi la “sardine class”, c’est fini. (Expression trouvee par Gearoid, c’est la sa formidable contribution a cet article…Il a donne tout ce qu’il pouvait pour celui sur Bangalore, faut pas trop demander :) ).

What is sleeper class? Sleeper class, it’s cheap tickets. But sleeper class, it’s also beds with no sheets nor pillows (until here, it’s survivable), tiny beds (for gearoid, il’s already not that survivable), and a car with no AC. And now my friends, it’s simply NOT survivable because the car i'm talking about is packed. 22 hours under 35 degrees and without a breathe of air, we let you imagine the nightmare. So that’s why we won’t try again the “sardine class”. (Expression found by Gearoid, that’s here his great contribution to this article...He put all his energy in the one about Bangalore so let's not ask for too much :) ).

Mais la sleeper class, c’est aussi tristement la ou la misere defile. On ne vous a pas trop parle de cette dimension sur le blog, et c’est peut-etre mieux comme ca, car ca se decrit pas. Mais parfois, c’est vraiment rude. Et ce jour la, c’est la premiere fois ou j’ai craque. Apres avoir vu une dizaine de gosses vetus dans la misere la plus absolue et sales jusqu’aux oreilles, traverser le wagon pour recuperer les bouteilles vides (afin de les revendre a leurs "boss") ; apres avoir vu des mendiants aux handicaps physiques plus horrifiants les uns que les autres auxquels il fallait encore et toujours dire non pour pas faire marcher ce reseaux crasseux (ils les amputent lorsqu’ils sont gosses car ca rapporte plus) ; apres tout ca j’ai lache. J’ai lache a la vue d’un jeune de 20 ans qui balayait a genoux le sol degueulasse du wagon avec son propre t-shirt en implorant de l’argent. Je me suis dit que si j’étais tombee de l’autre cote de la barriere, ca aurait pu etre moi. Je me suis dit que parfois, il suffit de peu, juste etre ne quelque part plutôt qu’ailleurs.

But the sleeper class, it’s also sadly where you witness a runaway of misery. We didn’t talk too much about this dimension on the blog, and it may be better this way because one cannot describe it. But sometimes, it’s just very tough. And this day, it was the first time I broke down. After having seen a dozen of kids wearing the most miserable clothes, with dirt until their ears, walking through the car to find empty bottles (in order to sell them to their “boss”); after having seen beggars with the most horrifying physical handicaps and to who you have to say no again and again so you don’t make this disgusting network work (they amputate them when they’re kids so it brings more money); so after all of that, I broke down. I broke down when I saw this 20 years old guy, sweeping the filthy car’s floor on his knees, with his own t-shirt, begging for money. I just thought it could have been me if I had been born on the other side. I just thought that sometimes, it’s all about something tiny, something like being born in some place rather than another.

Claire

Posted by g-c 16:13 Archived in India Tagged train_travel

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That sounds horrible.It's upsetting to see people whose lives are that hard.On an inappropriate note:It's not as bad as your experience but yesterday in Meath i saw a baby stab a policewoman,steal her uniform,hold up a bank,spend the money on drugs and women and then give another baby a tattoo.Then a pack of rats seized government buildings and declared a new rat based republic in which humans are reduced to a slace class, to toil in cheese factories. Hope you guys are well.

by Ray

That is such a Ray comment...You should add this story in your Meath Newspaper online on Twitter :) I still need to check that out!

by g-c

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