Typed up at: USA Hotel in Hong Kong
Posted from: Internet Cafe in Hong Kong
I was looking forward to leaving, however. No computer and no Internet make Tim something something, and we left right after breakfast. We took a taxi to Nainital which is a resort town around a mountain lake. Like the ride up to Binsar, Danielle felt fairly car sick and couldn't enjoy the views as much as I did. We spent the afternoon in Nainital, having lunch and using the Internet. There I checked on the status of our train tickets for later that evening.
We had bought these tickets in Mussoorie, at which time we knew they were unconfirmed, meaning all we'd bought was space on a wait list. Since we were number 2 and 3 on the wait list, I felt pretty confident that we'd get on the train, but the Internet said we would not be on the train. Not understanding the ins and outs of the Indian railway system, I decided to take the bus onwards to Kathgodam where the train station was. Just about two hours later we were at the train station's inquiry desk talking to a man who spoke no English. All we managed to understand was "30 minutes."
We sat around in the waiting lounge, and after 30 minutes there was a different man in the inquiry office. This man had what looked like the passenger list. He took our tickets, studied his list, and then wrote "H-1" and "E" on our ticket. He told me: "confirmed, E K P". I wasn't sure what it all meant, except that we did get to be on the train somehow. I was still concerned that maybe we'd get to sit in 2nd class for 8 hours. When the train arrived, however, all became clear. We were in coach H-1, coupe E. It was a private little room with 2 beds, carpet, a power outlet, a sink, and everything else we might have wanted.
Meanwhile people who had 2nd class tickets tried everything they could to get seats (as opposed to standing space). The train was being newly assembled at this station, which meant the doors to the cars were locked until the conductor came to open them. But this didn't deter people, who queued up at the center window which is the emergency exit. One after another they climbed in, handing each other luggage and so forth.
Despite all the luxury, we barely slept an hour all night and we arrived in Delhi tired and confused. We thought we'd be arriving at the New Delhi train station, but we were dropped at S. Rohilla instead. But once we figured that out we had a tuk-tuk take us to our hotel. The driver turned out to be drunk but that was OK because there was very little traffic on the road.