My accommodation was in a Nobinobi (carpet) car, which was literally just a piece of carpet on the floor to lie on.
…for about 450 metres, the train pretends it is a tram…
with much horn blowing and asserting our superior size, the Driver navigated our bus out of the bus station.
“does this train depart at 16:35 or 17:00”? “Yeah, yeah, 16:35. Just like your ticket.” “But the departure screen shows 17:00”. “Yeah, it’s 17:00, just read the screen”.
I felt a firm but gentle push in my back that propelled me through the mass of humanity inside the train and onto the platform
What do you mean 550 rupees? You said 100!
“Actually sir, you are no longer booked in this hotel. We are unable to accept foreigners.”