So I get out at Secunderabad, and find I don't recognize anything... I walked around and headed in the direction I was pointed by several bus employees. I saw a bunch of vacant auto's lined up along a busy road, and then about 50 men on foot holding red signs, formed a huge circle at the large intersection, and began chanting. Moving away from the striking auto drivers' movement and traffic-blocking tactics, I walked some more and found myself at - Secunderabad railway station. I was nearly late for work, and so I asked an elderly gentleman where was Rail Niliyam? He said, "wait a few minutes and I'll drop you there." So we waited for his daughter and son-in-law to arrive on a train, then they drove me to my work neighborhood, and I arrived only 10 minutes late to work.
I also lost my wallet last weekend, or the change purse I was using as a wallet so as not to lose all my important cards, so I only lost a bunch of cash and my Debit card (I'd visited the ATM to get money the day before I lost it).
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I've had recurring dreams over the years of different travel travails (it's tough to say that 5 times fast), where the stations or destinations morph quickly from familiar to unknown and often bizzare places - often it involves the train or airplane getting lost enroute as well - where nothing is where it is expected or always was before... but I never lived one.
It sounds like you have.
HI Myla!
Uncle Rob here.
Your mom and Allen are visiting us in NY. We asked about you and they showed us your blog...Seems like your trip is a real experience. I have always said i learned way more by traveling the world than thru what is possible from reading a book. I didn't travel after college as some of my friends did. For me it was later. Anyway say in touch and great journey.
Love Uncle Rob
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