At 1:30 in the morning the taxi came to pick us up, just our luck though the train was 6 hours late and so we would be spending that time sitting at the station until the sun rose and the people began to flood the place from every direction as far as the eye could see.Once we finally got on the train though it was all good. Of course we had to fight off the vagrants who were posted up in our bunks refusing to move, but a quick call to action by Raveesh and a couple of like minded train citizens got them moving eventually.Once situated Both Blake and I were blessed by a 76 year old deaf Hindi women, Blake touched her feet and the whole thing was really touching. (touch the feet of your elders is a sign of deep respect here in India in case you were wondering)5 hours later we arrived in Chandigarh a province in Northern India ruled by the Seihks. Upon arrival we learned that no bus was available to take us to Pradesh, well obviously a well placed bribe was in order to fix our problem. After which there (was) obviously many buses to choose from. Nine brutal hours later on the shittiest World War Zero bus later (world war zero bus meaning anything being completely out of date and in total disrepair) we arrived at the wooden Gates of Babeli Base camp at 3 am.