In Mumbai

Continuing with the travel story, last paragraph I wrote on July 8th and it went like this:

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Then I am again in Mumbai train station, very dirty place, this time barefoot and without money, and have to take it from there. First I take a rest and sit down on a bench, meditating and trusting. Something has to happen next.
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When exiting Mumbai, I felt that there had been a lot of bombings within that train station. Now, to redo and undo this, I went for the pure faith and walked barefoot in one of the dirtiest places ever.

But first, when I was sitting there and waiting and meditating, without any money or food, pretty soon the two guys again appeared in front of me who I had met on the train from Madgaon to Mumbai.

They started to talk with me, smiling and cheerful and all. They asked me where I will go next and I told them Jodhpur but that I have no money. They said that they very often travel together on these trains without a ticket.

Now, I took it as a hint, pretty much exactly what I was looking for. See how this game sometimes works?

But to get to the proper platform, I had to cross this disgusting, smelly and dark train station of theirs. First I needed to go on a wagon or a smaller train. These ones were free anyway and I entered this and sat comfortably in one of the seats next to the window.

There were these transvestites or female weird beggars, who entered these kind of trains and asked the travellers for money or otherwise they would curse them (this I heard from a beautiful Israeli girl in Pushkar). They came slowly nearer to me (there were two of them I think, probably they work in pairs), while asking the passengers for rupis and snapping their fingers in front of them in a demanding way.

The hindis were scared of them and pretty much every family gave some rupis to them. When they reached the place where I was sitting, I pretty much simply smiled my cheerful face right into their eyes and felt them through emotionally.

They were actually rather fun beings, I don't know wtf they were doing there. They understood that I am not afraid of them and smiled back to me and left.

When this small wagon of theirs stopped, I found myself in even a worse place to be. The way to the proper platform to Jodhpur was horrible. It was a dirty hot small asphalt road, pretty much through the front yards of some locals who lived next to this way as the passengers walked almost through their houses every day.

The asphalt was hot but not that hot yet, I think that it was still a rather early morning. I found my way past this small village, if you can call it such, and onto the platforms that led towards the direction that I was hoping and wishing for.

First I entered one of these platforms and as there was a lot of time left until the right train, I simply wandered around for a while. The eagles were still there with me, about 12 or 13 or 14 of them were flying high in the sky and making circles. Previously, when the train was going towards Mumbai, I had kept my eye outside the window as well, and I had noticed that 12 eagles were accompanying me in the sky when I was going with this train.

It was pretty magical and I was already wandering where this all was about to lead me. But at that point I could have not even imagined my further adventures, everything so far was just the beginning or something... As I told her, it was getting even more intense.