Ok, so any train/bus/car that makes 600 km in EIGHTEEN hours really shouldn't have the right to wear the title EXPRESS. Our train from Delhi to Jaisalmer was probably the slowet the train was actually pulled by two donkeys. Who manage to go backwards too, from time tost journey I have done in my life. Not only did we stop at every hut along the road, but I swear tha time.
The whole journey started out by us almost accidentally ending up in Bikaner instead of in Jaisalmer, because as the shining stars that we are, we just plonked our white asses in the first "3A"-class carriage that we saw, not realising that the train was to be divided later. Thankfully, a very helpful Indian gentleman sent us packing and running to the other end of the train, and this time we even double checked that our names were on the list that they slap next to the doors.
Passing by the train I nearly vomited from the stench coming from toilets of the "sleeper class" carriages. Note to self - if possible,always travel first class in India.
Because of the Diwali holiday the train was remarkably empty, or so we thought until 2 hours south of Delhi when the carriage was suddenly swamped with 50 army guys, who were undressing us with carnivorous eyes. They were staring at me as if I were a piece of uncured bacon, and at Brina as if she were a piece of very fine veal. Now, as we're talking about Hindu's here, who both rever the cow and tend to be vegetarian, you might get the picture.
I think I slept a total of 2 hours. The rest of the time I was giving anyone passing by the evil eye. When I wasn't trying to avoid using the toilets of course, which were actually not that bad smell wise. They did however host a fair amount of cockroaches, and albeit small as they were, I didn't really feel like hanging around to meet their parents.
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