So recently, I made a post-graduation trip out to India to visit my family. Usually these trips just consist of migrating from house to house eating my weight in food. This time my cousin, Aishu, also had a month of vacation from college. We figured it was the perfect opportunity to see different parts of India.
Originally, we had a grand plan of a weeklong trip from Bangalore to Kerala to Kanyakumari to Pondicherry to Vellore and back. Our dreams were very quickly crushed. Nevertheless, we regained our spirits and came up with a new plan. This time we were to make 3 separate trips, one to Hampi in Karnataka, one to Pondicherry, and one to Goa. Finally with the approval of our extended family, we set off on a night train, Hampi Express, from Bangalore to Hospet.
This was my first time taking a train in India, so my grandfather was extremely worried and followed us to the station. Aishu and me on the other hand had no reservations about this trip. We were remembering Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge and were secretly hoping for some adventures of our own. Since we were traveling during the night, we were in a sleeper train where each cart had little divisions, which had 3 rows of beds on each side. It was basically like a giant sleepover in bunk beds with random strangers.
Once our train finally pulled into Hospet, we were greeted by our driver for the trip, Malli, who convenientlyRead more →