The day of Roaches - Journey to Madurai
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Gutted we'd made it from the wait list to a full train ticket we reluctantly boarded the local train from Pondicherry to Villupuram. Gutted because we had made desperate plans to escape the horrors of Southern India in favour of a beach in Goa should we fail to get on the train. Of course once we'd made those plans that was secretly what we wanted to happen but good old Sod (Murphy's for you N.Americans) and his law kicked in and on the train we got.
The hard wooden benches wern't the most comfortable but this leg of the journey was only an hour so we could certainly put up with it for that long. The fans had had their polarity reversed so that instead of blowing air down onto us they were sucking it up and fanning the roof.
In between the despotic charges of the bugs we passed a few locals taking a dump in the fields we decided to start counting how many defecating humans we could see but once we got to three the incessant bug attacks became a priority and we had to give that game up.
At 10.40 our train arrived which was great as we were half expecting some sort of horrendous delay. We boarded our carriage and struggled through the very narrow corridor with our bags to find some guy sitting on our seats. He didn't make a move to let us in so a quick sideswipe with the backpack to the head and aside he goes.
Miraculously we arrived in Madurai almost on time and with a smattering of other westerners we headed off down the platform. We found ourselves on point duty as the others lagged behind using us as bait for the evil autorickshaw and taxi mafia. Cunningly we adopted a new plan to deal with the menace. At the first shout Adam nodded to one of the drivers and he assumed we wanted to take up his offer of an autorickshaw so the swarm of brown clad scum parted and we walked through as the frenzy really kicked off behind us and a real roar of shouts went up as the main pack of prey emerged from the station. Our smiling fool was all smug with himself until we got to his contraption and just kept on walking. The look on his face was a true picture, he was furious and bewildered at the same time. We laughed and laughed and waved our way off chuckling at the thought of him going hungry. Oh good times.