What the itinerary left out.

A slow train, an open window, and the parts of a journey that refused to become action items.

South of Ernakulam. The delay had stopped being news.

For twenty minutes I put the camera down, which is why there are no photographs of the best bit.

Rain cancelled nothing. It merely renegotiated the venue.

We arrived after dark. Long enough for distance to feel like something we had actually travelled.

The itinerary recorded the stops. It missed most of the journey.