i'm guessing there ain't a shoney's or a p.f. chang on the way. kinda cute, little train.against. gripey, self-absorbed, immune to my surroundings. but as my brightly colored, little train heads up into the hills from kalka station, known as the gateway to the himalayas, my worldview starts to improve. ♪ the unnaturally bright colors of india start to pleasurably saturate my brain. the views from the window of ridiculously deep valleys, hundred-year-old bridges -- it's well, breath-taking. [ cheering ] my fellow passengers, too, are irresistibly charming. the school kids in their uniforms cheer in unison every time we pass through one of the tunnels. [ cheering ] >> anthony: i'd pretty much forgotten about my hunger until the whistle stop at barog. can i have one of those, and two of these? this place is named for a colonel barog, the british engineer tasked with building a line up to shimla. this station and the adjacent tunnel bearing his name are rumored to be haunted. it's delicious. already behind schedule, and plagued by cost overruns, barog screwed up. [ cheering ]