Planes, busses, trains, cars – getting around in India
First of all, I am full of shit. I was actually thinking I’d come to India like a second Crocodile Dundee where no snake bites, no robbers, no infectious diseases could tame my sense for adventure. I thought I would come here and if I had to, I would walk all the way to Darjeeling with a detour to Calcutta’s house of charity, originally founded by Mother Theresa, where I would drop of all the sick folks I’d picked up along the way. In reality, 5 days into my stay in India, after a painful, dirty 30-hour train ride from Mumbai to Kerala, full-on diarrhea and sore muscles from carrying a heavy backpack, I’ve now said good-bye to cheap but uncomfortable train-rides and hello to the world on Indian inland flights. In fact, I was so thrilled about the idea of spending only 50 euros and avoiding 50 hours worth of train travel that I bought not one but three flights. Kochi to Delhi, Delhi to Calcutta, Calcutta to Mumbai. And back home from there. Three little plane rid...
