i'm guessing there ain't a shoney's or a p.f. chang on the way. kind of cute. a little train.kind of traveler i warn against. gripy, 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 world view starts to improve. the unnaturally bright colors of india start to pleasurably saturate my brain. the views from the window of ridiculously deep valleys, 100-year-old bridges. it's, well, breathtaking. 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. [ cheers ] >> hip hip hooray! >> hip hip hooray! >> hip hip hooray! >> i had pretty much forgotten about my hunger until the whistle stopped 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 the line up to shimla. >> thank you. >> the station and the adjacent tunnel bearing his name are rumored to be haunted. >> it's delicious. >> alr