We’re doing this trip in considerable style on the Maharajas Express Heritage of India tour.
To be honest, I didn’t know such luxury trains existed. I assumed that the best available would be First Class, which in India may not mean much other than getting a seat to yourself, with your private cockroach swatter dangling above you.
This train is more like we imagine the Orient Express to have been, in the mythical good old days when extremely rich people could get murdered on it.
The red carpet was rolled out for us in Mumbai, and we had only to hop across the little local sewer to step onto it. We were garlanded with marigolds, sprinkled with rose petals and had coloured dots pressed onto our foreheads and drinks pressed into our hands.
From that moment on we’ve been treated like maharajas and we’re starting to get used to it.
The train is a five star hotel on wheels.
If it sounds a little staid and formal, it’s not. “Indian Night” loosened things up considerably, once we’d become used to the costumes.
Of course, a glance out the window at any moment reminds us of the absurdly privileged life we’re leading, and not only for this week.
Trips on the Maharajas Express can be organised through Railbookers.com.au
The writer was the guest of Railbookers.