5/16/12
Oh, another terribly long day on a train. I haven’t even taken out my sunglasses today,
and it is now 7pm. I got on this train
24 hours ago. And I started in a sleeper
train, perched high above a curious family, sneezing my way up to the 3AC
Class. I am so so so glad I did. I took a Benadryl Allergy and slept until 9
this morning, cozily snuggling my small backpack. I am sharing my berth with a nice Japanese
guy who was so badly ripped off repeatedly at the beginning of his trip that he
now has 500 Rupees ($10) per day left. I
finished another book, and have no idea how I have been killing the past four
hours. I keep going into the
bathroom/door area, where I can watch the world go by as the wind whips at my
face. Why are the doors open back
there? I have no clue.
I’ll be in Kolkata today, where the rest of my class should be
waiting, assuming the Air India strikes that began a few days after my arrival
in India have not prevented it. I keep
buying chai on the train, as it is delicious, warm, and filing even in 2 ounce
servings. The train also makes for
interesting bathroom excursions, as it is a hole that opens right onto the
tracks, flogged by textured foot size grips to keep your balance, along with a
low bar to help you from falling if the train turns or stops suddenly.
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