Train, really

We got kicked off of sleeper class, which we weren't supposed to be on anyway since we only paid 60 rupees per ticket. That is two meals worth of three and a half hour train ride.

Liz and I are currently squished, standing by the bathroom in what seems to be a car entirely filled with men. Men sitting on the floor by the open door, men standing everywhere, men jumping on the runners as the train leaves the platform. Thankfully, the doors are open and there's a breeze. File under: things that are impossible to describe in words.

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