When you step off the train at the Shri Mata Vaishno Devi Katra Railway Station, it hits you. The energy is intense. You see families organizing their bags, sadhus walking with purpose, and the Trikuta Mountains looming massive in the background. It’s loud, it’s busy, and it’s exciting.
The town itself is basically one long market. You’ve got shops selling dry fruits (walnuts here are cheap, by the way), shawls, and religious souvenirs on every corner. Hotel agents might pester you a bit, but a polite "no thanks" usually works.
