Today Brina and I are catching a train to Jaisalmer in Rajasthan. It will take 16 hours. I'm not completely comfortable with being stuck on a train for that lenght of a time, but it seems like it is the only way to get ANYWHERE this weekend, as all the train tickets out of Delhi were sold out long time ago.
In Jaisalmer we'll try to arrange a short camel-safari trip, I'm totally aiming for a day trip because I absolutely hate camping and the idea of sleeping under the stars in a freezing desert appeals to me about just as much as swimming in a lake of crocodiles. Brina, who is made of much tougher steel than me, thinks those kind of things are fun. Yeah...
As this will be my first visit to the "real" India, I'm getting a bit nervous. I'm completely expecting to be robbed, drugged and ripped off at the first possible occasion. But what scares me the most is the thought of the toilets on the train, I mean, not even European trains have acceptable standards of cleanliness at the toilets, so I'm slightly concerned that I'll just sit there and rather letting my bladder rupture than go pee. It is mostly the smells I'm concerned about, my olfactory senses are quite sensitive and I easily tend to gag/vomit. Now, for someone who spends the majority of their day subject to the plethora of various animal excrements and their adjoining smells, this might seem like a strange thing to say. But for some unknown reason I don't have a problem getting covered with pee, poo, blood or similar - as long as it is from an animal. The human variety is however a completely different story... I shudder just thinking about it.
Matt has already warned me that yes, the toilets are bad and I'll probably get pee on myself regardless on how I do, but that Brina uses the toilets. Then again, she likes camping and thinks cockroaches are "cute", so I think Brina is disqualified for this discussion.
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