So there we are Lola and I on a 6am train to Haridwar from where we will transfer to Delhi.
Sleeper class, AC section - nice seats. Not at all bad, considering I had heard some shocking stories about trains. Best things - we got warm chickpeas and roti for brekky. Doesn't sound overly yummy does it? But you know what - it was. Oh! quick note - everything we have consumed that is packaged like chips is out of the date here by about 1-2 months. At first I was shocked but I realised this only after I had eaten quite a bit. So I decided to close my eyes and radiate beautiful love energy to protect myself - failing that. I had the options of making myself vomit, (the other back option) or rely on my travel insurance.
Oh! I also forgot 2 things. Rewind to Delhi - we met 3 polish backpackers who were a lot of fun. And I bought a phone in Delhi - which was a bit of a mission I tell you. Vodafone, nokia - my long and trusted allies. For future reference if you want to buy a phone in India you need to have the numbers of two people in India who can vouch for you. I had Jojo and Momo.
In Indian trains - the toiletting is...well, let's say natural. There is a hole in the toilet/squat - and the hole falls away to the rail tracks taking with it...well, i hope you get the picture. Lola and I didn't know this till a little too late. The smart thing = poo whilst train moving. We didn't. When we stopped at a station, we decided to do our thing. So I went, Then she went. She did a poo. The poo entered the toilet hole. Then proceeded down the hole to the railtrack with the poo paper. Next to the track are people - sitting down on the seats directly facing the dropping poo. So a lot of people got very acquainted with Lola very quickly through this process. There are special people designated to clean the poo from the tracks. I felt real gratitude for my life at this point of realisation. I have nothing to complain about. I did not poo during the rest of my journey.