The Indian train journey

We departed Old Delhi station on the 5035 at 16:00, our seats costing us ₨77 each (£1), so we knew that this would be a cheap class and we were ready for it. We boarded the train with about 100 people per coach, metal iron bars at the windows, ceiling roof fans on full blast trying to keep the coach cool. All the seats got filled up quite quickly and with as many people standing it was quite full. We slowly pulled out of the station, at first Bryan thought we were being pulled by a steam train as we slowly but surely pulled out, the sound of the engine very much like a stream train. But then the diesel engine roared in to life and we sped off. Passing through the Red Fort first then we picked up more speed. Whenever we approached a village or were passing through stations the train sounded it's horn again and again. The people on the platform were covering their ears from the noise. Then there was the dust cloud which followed us through the stations covering everyone in its path with a fine layer of light grey dust. Getting further out of Delhi now and the houses are becoming more like single story brick buildings just put together like a small child would build a house if given bricks and a piece of land. Our train ride is four hours to Ramnagar Where we will be picked up and taken in to Corbett National Park away from all the hustle and bustle of Delhi. Okay three hours into the journey and the seat is as hard as rock and Bryan’s arse is so sore. The train is still honking it's horn every two seconds, it's worse than the tuk tuk drivers on the streets of New Delhi. It's dark outside and we've had one stop where it appeared lots of people got off the train, but as soon as the train sounded its horn they all scrambled to get back on.