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      <title>Bangalore to Varkala</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 05:51:46 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;We left Bangalore last night on an overnight train. We were joined in our sleeper (2AC) car by two guys who were heading to Cochin for a business meeting. After chatting for a while they started making recommendations for our next few days. &amp;ldquo;You must go to Varkala&amp;rdquo; they pressed &amp;ldquo;You will find nice people there and its not too busy&amp;rdquo;. We chatted a bit longer and then settled in to read the guide books. Dad and I both picked a few hotels that looked good and then hit the hay.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Red Shift - Tippu Express</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 08:26:09 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Tucker and I are planted on platform number 9 waiting where the porter has deposited us for the 3 p.m. Tippu Express to Mysore. It is 1:30 p.m. and Tuck has settled in for the long wait, putting his backpack down on the dirty cement platform and perching atop it with easy adaptability. I am standing at parade rest, one hand gripping my matched luggage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It is hot, but not oppressive, and the hundred or two other passengers have made themselves as comfortable as possible, chatting, rearranging belongings, trying to position themselves on the platform to be located properly for their car when it arrives, or staring at us.  I am trying not to stare back, but with little success.  Oddly, there are no flies despite the fecund air and abundant garbage.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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