A couple days ago, S went to get his eyes checked and was prescribed glasses...they charged Rs. 8000 for them! When he told me, i had another one of those "are you kidding me!?" moments. It had to be because he's a "foreigner". He paid Rs.1000 as a deposit and has to pay the balance when he picks up the glasses. Today he went to go ask them to cancel the order and get the money back. I'll let you guess if that happened. Of course, when we want something right away, they say it'll take a while. But when we want our money back..then "the order has already been put through..." What a crock! I've "advised" him to get his prescription and get whatever glasses he might need back at home. That's ridiculous - Rs.8000! What a scam! We're out Rs.1000 and will just chalk it up to the charge of a very steep eye exam.
The afternoon was spent packing for our trip - the taxi was there by 4:15 to get us on the 5:40 p.m. train. Well, needless to say, we had plenty of time to explore the platform...B was getting pretty antsy to get on the train. This was a 13 hour ride...as expected, we heard a lot of "are we there yet?"s.
Once we were on the train, it was novel for the kids. B enjoyed climbing up and down the berths, and J had fun "surfing" the train...his balance has improved in the last couple hours. We did indulge the kids by buying snacks from the vendors. I always wanted them when i was a kid...so of course, this was a little for me too, (now that i could afford it by myself) but my kids are a good excuse. We also had "train coffee" - it's a lot different from when i was a kid with the little clay pots and the quality has plummeted...still it was fun for the experience. I'll probably get it again once on the way back, but it has fallen from it's pedestal. I used to love the coffee they served on trains, it was always the only thing i wanted.
As an adult, i'm not so much afraid of being swallowed by the potty as i am of the sanitary conditions and the spatial dimensions. It's like going in a squatty outhouse, the size of an airplane bathroom, that is constantly in motion...i'll leave it at that. Well, now there's the added factor of being a parent...and having to take your kid to the bathroom..so the two of you have to fit. Like that wasn't enough...this time we had a plugged sink drain.
Mental picture time: B needs to go to the bathroom bad. We didn't notice the plugged sink and by the time we maneuver both of us into the stall and shut the door, it's too late to turn back. B's about to squat, when the train hits a rough patch. The water from the sink starts sloshing out - wave after wave of nasty water aimed right at her head. So...we're trying to get as far away from the sink as possible (less than a foot) and i'm trying to shield her while she's screaming that she needs to go. Well, she goes and i'm all wet from the sink water...but fortunately, it's all empty for the next customer. Gross! GRoss! GROss! GROSs! GROSS! Worse...i have to stay in these clothes until we get to my aunt's house...tomorrow morning! Which means, i have to sleep in them tonight! (Apologies for the extensive use of exclaimation points).
S and i had the kids sharing the berth with us...S had J and I got B (did U get that?)...we're not getting much sleep tonight. Even though this is an air conditioned boogie (car), the air conditioning only reaches a couple people...who freeze..while the rest of us sweat.
The night was also interrupted by the train stops where we picked up more passengers...we still had two empty berths in our block (sleeps 8). During one of the stops, my dad had a skirmish with the TT (conductor) about my berth. (I guess testosterone will fly any time of day or night.) My bad...no one was in it when we went to bed, so i hopped in instead of climbing to the top...where my ticket indicated. Who knew that they'd need it at 11:30 at night.) The TT thought we were occupying more berths than we paid for, but after doing a count of the empty berths and seeing our ticket, he was satisfied...and let me stay.
Are we there yet?