The longest day

Awakened by some tools playing the radio, it must have been like 5 am since the sun was only starting to rise. The need to go to the bathroom arose and I grabbed the softest newspaper I could find, squatted down on two steel pegs... out on the tracks it went.

The time went by and our companions got off at there stops... yet still we waited, and waited. A guy actually came, sat across from, stared at us for a few minutes, and then left... wtf? We needed to get off this train. Tim was started to bug out, as was I. 22 hours later, we arrived in Varanasi, the holy city.

Response:
Chaiiiii.....Chaiiiii...Chaiiii....India's version of the beer vendor...every stop at a train station the vendors would hop on an off...and you know what, that god damn chai was delicious...Anyway, as Hahn mentioned, we were in the sleeper cabin, and when it got dark outside, that was it...one light at the far end of the car....nothing more. In the picture above you can see me buried in the corner, spooning with my pack, trying to get to sleep. Right below me was another bunk, and below that another. Talk about cramming people in. Once Hahn and I assessed that we were pretty much in no danger, the train ride was actually enjoyable, and the feeling of 'we would actually get back home again' slowly faded. The next morning came, and we would be arriving in Varanasi in a couple of hours. Score a victory in our column!!... Suck it India!!!....Nope. As the morning came, and Hahn and I slowly ventured from our cabin, realizing the people that were bunking with us weren't going to steal our stuff, we took in the sites. There are no rules in India, so damned if there are any on the train. We just walked to in between the cars, and popped open the doors, and sat and watched the country side. I never thought I could see so many people shitting in the open, yet there they were. Just squatting in the fields, with a jug of water by their side to wash the poo from their hands. And trash, and mediocre graffiti....and more trash...and more fields and crumbling structures...and trash. But as the day grew longer, and the train made more and more 2 hour stops in the middle of no where, we realized India just fucked us again. The train ride from Dehli to Varanasi, which was supposed to take somewhere like 10 hours, in which 8 of that was supposed to be us sleeping...took close to 22 hours. At about the 21.5 hour, as I lay in the top bunk, my sweat mixing with the sweat of a billion other India travelers, I thought about jumping from train before I just lash out and attack someone. I had to get off the train. I was becoming delirious. 30 minutes later our train stopped, and Hahn and I poured ourselves out of the train. Make sure you check out the second picture below...there are three bunks with three people sleeping...damn that was some tight spacing.