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December 8, 2003
|From Pondicherry we plunge northwards. We ride a train along the coast all the way to Bhubaneswar - a 36 hour journey.|
Privacy suffers on an Indian train - humans pluck every available space. Jill parks on the bunkbed and I sit on the stoop of the exit door.
We couldn't identify what the vendors served. It smelled hot and spicy!