Cockroaches, showers that don't work, dust, heat, horns, flies, and funny smells.
That's more like it. This is what this adventure is about - the real India.
Another night train last night, and we traveled in style - the highest class possible. There were the Harry Potter type rooms I had so yearned for previously, and even better than this, Dan and I had four bunks between two of us - or so we thought.
Just minutes before we left the station a group of cheeky Indians clearly thought they would upgrade themselves and take the two spare beds in our little cosy room. We let this go, as we weren't really sure of the rules surronding this. However, the Indian gentleman's flatulence became a problem, and was all the more embarrassing when we later found out he was a Judge in courts here. How can we possibly respect somebody like that???
Our early morning arrival was not a big problem, and we were given our room without any trouble. Probably because nobody else is stupid enough to stay there! When we first turned the lights on, a small group of cockroaches scattered to get out of the light, like a group of children playing kiss-chase. We managed to sleep, and when I awoke for a shower, problem number 2 - it doesn't really work. The taps just turn and turn, until eventually a small trickle of water sprinkles out, just enough to clean my little ginger beard (oh yes, I have a beard) and pretty much nothing else. This is made worse by the fact we are paying the most so far - 500Rs - about 4 pounds a night. Steep!
However, the town seems nice so far. Admittedly we pretty much went out for Breakfast (garlic toast, very strange),and then came straight to the solace of an internet cafe, but the market we walked around was good, and everyone is very friendly. We have been blessed by strangers at least three times, and men are queing round the block to shake our hands.
Maybe we shouldn't mention the fact washing our hands after a number 2 is not really possible.