Upon coming into gaya it felt like india again.
The trians were overcrowded with people who didnt pay
Whole famiies of homeless people on the platforms of railway stations.
People appearing at your seat at random in the trian.
That was really an experience I must say so myself.
The real heartbreaking scenes were replaying all over itselves again and again.
Which makes it even more hard to swollow the poverty these people were living in.
Gaya is in the poorest region of india and also the most dangerous. Where each trian there had a policeman to keep the peace.. Always not a very unasurring sight.
The people also sat beside my bed berth and I was like wtf in the middle of the night at 3am.really a sign that it is not safe to travel at night in bihar in the land of the buddha. What happened to this holiest of place? Feeling like jereseleum again and again
Once in gaya it was a 13km trip to bohgaya the holiest sitw in buddhism where it all happened where one man was awakened to the meaning of life.
A dusty smally dirty town in the poorest and dangerous of the whole region....
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