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â€śAfter locking one bag to the bench down below and stashing my small bag with my music, book, and the rest of my stuff up on my bunk, I folded up a sweatshirt for a pillow and tried to get a little rest. My body was exhausted on a cellular level. Of course, I wasnâ€™t actually going to be able to get to sleep because vendors were walking up and down the aisle screaming the name of their wares, chai, chai, chai, chai, or samosa or chapatti of cafĂ©.â€ť
Dharma Punx â€˘ Noah Levine
I hadn't slept all that well in the rocking train when my alarm clock went off at 9 o' clock. Originally we should have arrived at but taking into account the three hour delay I had programmed the alarm slightly later.
The delay of the train got even worse. Instead of arriving at the original it must have been around half past one when the train pulled into Mughalserai station. By that time I was feeling seriously ill. The tour agency's representative had been waiting for us at the station since and told us that it would take an hour to get to
Bart went out to do some first exploring of the city while I grabbed some earplugs to escape the noise of the construction next door. After a couple of hours I was feeling slightly better and tried to take a shower, but the water was so cold that I quickly fled back into bed again.
Bart got back at , raving about the city and its ghats.
A brass and drum band started to play some music outside, but it was often so out of tune that it was hilarious. Shortly after we'd turned the lights off there was an enormous explosion outside. We first thought that there had been a terrorist attack, but when the band continued their racket and it was followed by more explosions and crackles we realised that it must have been fireworks again. Slowly but surely I dozed off into a dream-filled sleep, which I more than needed after this exhausting day.