Well he's following the broken lines, Living on borrowed time. Motel rooms and broken hearts all left behind. You swear he couldn't close his eyes, as he shifts into overdrive. He's been up and down this road so many times- Jimmy Barnes, Driving WheelsCouldn't resist the chance to put a reference to Barnsey, however obscure. And apart from the last line, Barnsey got it right. We are hitting the road again today, 'following the broken lines' to India. Bit nervous about India actually- heard so much about it, and from accounts it is a land of extremes.
We cross at Sunauli, grab a taxi with 10 sweaty Indians and make for 
Gorakhpur, where the broad gauge train line heads west- and for us, a ticket to Agra. Although it is hot, and I mean really HOT, India is not as dirty as I had been led to imagine- a welcome relief. Ahead looms the pinnacle of Indian architecture, the Taj Mahal, but between the Taj and us are 25 hours of train travel.........
Gorakhpur, where the broad gauge train line heads west- and for us, a ticket to Agra. Although it is hot, and I mean really HOT, India is not as dirty as I had been led to imagine- a welcome relief. Ahead looms the pinnacle of Indian architecture, the Taj Mahal, but between the Taj and us are 25 hours of train travel.........
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