The journey was punctuated with more bowel problems, police closing he doors so I couldn't lean out to smoke and dealing with yet another huge Bruce-fuckup.
I'd understood that the train journey from Mumbai to Kolkatta would take around 24 hours, so had booked a flight to Singapore that departed on the 3rd of August. Er, wrong - the train was due to take over 48 hours. So by last night was the first of two on this train. My discovery of this set the whole car laughing.
By the time I realised this, my cellphone batteries were dead. I grovelled to an a/c car attendant to find somewhere to charge them. The nice (and as I recall, not baksheesh-empowered) attendant found a powerpoint and I sat waiting for a few hours while the countyside contined to roll past.
Eventually I had enough charge to call Singapore Airlines and admit my fuckwittage. They told me that setting back my departure would cost me nothing extra, so I relaxed and let more countryisde roll by.
I was also finding both sitting and lying down uncomfortable due to a large lump that had grown on one of my buttocks. I was still shitting a bit often and so lack of sleep was a major factor on this journey. On top of this my shit was blood-red. I think this was the factor that made me resolve to see a doctor when I got to Kolkatta.
Nothing much else to report so enjoy the photos!
© (except the blatantly ripped-off bits) Random Bozo 2006