What a journey! A delayed takeoff at Heathrow resulted in a swift transfer and Bahrain and in Chennai I was really relieved to see my rucksack appear on the crazily crowded luggage belt at 5am. By 6.30 I was sitting in a cafe in Chennai's main station, having not quite spent 50p on my train journey from the airport, got coffee and breakfast - I'm definitely back in India!
Already fielded hoards of questions about me travelling alone, most notably from the passport officer! But that is part of the course of travelling solo. At the train station heading into town from the airport I met a woman who was an air stewardess from Chennai and really understood solo travel. Luckily she said her favourite city was London, but on a recent stop over got a cold as it was freezing! In contrast here's it a humid 28, which will take some getting used to. But it was great to sit in the sanctuary of the women only carriage and chat before I got to the chaos of the main station.
On the three hour journey south soon the city rolled into rice fields festooned with palm trees and the gentle sway of the train lulled me to sleep, as I had now been travelling constantly but I woke to see the train come to a holt at my stop and had to carry my rucksack through the carriage, so as not to sweep up all the shoes that lined the aisle. Already London feels a million miles away!
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