Not funny anymore - 30th April, Friday

That was quite a tough night. I know I slept at some stage because I was woken about 6 am by the catering staff bringing me tea and a Marie biscuit. I haven’t seen a Marie biscuit in Years! I sat up feeling as disreputable as anyone does when they’ve slept in their clothes – the grime on my white shirt a testament to my trip to Amhedabad Junction from the hotel in a tuc-tuc. I was glad to get up. Although the carriage went to bed around 10 pm by some unspoken mutual consent, there was a good deal of night traffic to the bathroom. That’s two door squeaks per head, per trip. Sometimes the door jammed partially open on the curtain of the 4 bunk section, and the hot night air poured in, sometimes it closed and a cold air-con blast blew over me. It was just bad luck to get the worst bunk in the carriage. I won’t swap next time – they can all hate me.