Whilst waiting for the train

I wonder if I will ever get used to seeing people just walking across railway tracks. The platform of the station is the same level as the tracks and locals wander across them with the same disregard as they take to rush hour traffic. Crickets have started up and are so loud everyone around has to speak louder so the railway station sounds like a busy restaurant. We still have 40 minutes until the train is due to arrive and yet the station has a trains worth of people waiting in it. I think the reason people get here so early is because if you miss the train there isn’t another till tomorrow! Side note, as I write this mopeds and dogs are both roaming around on the train tracks. I am not sure where the mopeds are going but a lot of them seem to want to go there.

I’m starting to fully understand why travelling is so appealing, at least to some people. When everything is so different to what you are used to you lose that jaded feeling to what is going on around you. You know what to expect when you go to a train station in England, but here there could be anything. All parts of your day are that much more interesting. Its also exciting to come from such a reserved culture with fairly strict rules governing everything you do, to something that almost feels like a free for all. Of course the punishments are much worse here and some laws seem daft but if you act vaguely responsible that’s no reason why you should encounter this.

Moan of the day, I keep bloody getting sun burnt and Pippa isn’t. Even though I am the one putting on sun cream. I refuse to call it sun cream anymore. Also the bug repellent seems to have the lynx effect when it comes to mosquitos.