On with the journey

Last paragraph I wrote on June 8th and it went like this:

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Now what happens is quite fun. News spread and now they know this story that I have no money. Then one guy takes out 100 rupis and says: here you go. I accept and I am very thankful and joyful. The other guys see this one friend giving me 100 rupis and they're like: wait a minute! We're not any worse than this guy! And soon like ten guys give me 100 rupis each, so I think I had 1100 rupis pretty soon and riding on with a free ticket.

I will make a stop here but the journey towards Govardhan Ecovillage will continue.
"""

This time I manage to exit at the correct stop, but very soon find myself in a small town or a village, where there's no signs leading me onward to that place. I meet some local guys in front of a motoscooter shop I think, drinking chai and I think offering me some as well. They ask me about where I want to go and they also ask me to play the flute. I play or improvise them again a little bit quite randomly (I did not know which key the flute was in and I also did not know which holes make which sounds).

They are satisfied though but then ask me to play some hindi tune and I tell them that I don't know any of these. I think that they requested a pop-song. Then there's a guy coming next to me when I ask them about Govardhan Ecovillage but nobody had heard about it. They say that I could go to the seaside or take a train to Mumbai; and I go with one guy I think and we head towards the sunset a bit. It is already quite late in the night and I am tired of this all.

When we walk, he talks to me that he knows nothing about this eco-village, but there are a few crop fields outside of the town, maybe I want to take a look at these? But I refuse and tell him that this is not what I was looking for. I think that I was looking for a place to stay, to rest and feel a bit home-like, maybe eat or talk to some tourists who understand English.

Then I part this guy I think and soon as I walk on there are these little boys standing or walking I think, maybe some of them had followed the same direction from the front of that moto-scooter shop. They have some glass marbles and this is one of the most beautiful things of all! They give me a few glass marbles as a present and ask me if I want to go to Mumbai by train, and that they could guide me to the train station.

Indeed I agree and they take me there and I give one boy the money. He was young, like 12 years old, but so courageous and more man than me at that point, I completely relied on him, he was like a born leader. So I give him the money to get me the ticket and he does it very quickly from the right gateway or stall and makes me feel so confident and protected. He definitely had authority in that small boy group (like 4-5 boys), but he was so skillful, polite and confident in what he was doing that it was amazing.

So they send me on that train towards Mumbai and leave. The night is already falling and I am about to enter the Mumbai train station for the first time.