Wait at the Port Bou train station by Tarun

Following of the teachings of our travel guide Rick Steves, I do not hesitate to interject (alright! Overinterject) into the local conversations or banters. And, if turns out to be desi, it’s very hard for me to stop. A digression -- I am convinced of one fact now that there is desi presence in every part of the world. I have met the desi settlers in all the varied and remotest places I have been to (US, China, Korea, Paris, Singapore to name a few).

Coming back to interjection during the local banter, I ended up talking to a French National of Pakistani origin Syed Mujahideen. He was settled in France for last twenty years and still had the thoughts and ideas of Pakistan in his heart and mind. He hailed from Rawalpindi, Pakistan. My grand father’s hometown in Pakistan before they were forced to move to India in 1947 after the partition.

The interaction made it easier for the time to pass. It was 9.52 am the time when our train was expected. We reached the platform 1 and waited for the train for 10 minutes, it was really chilly contrasting to the weather in Paris. BTW, the delay in trains is not a common phenomenon to India, it happens in Spain as well ;).