Dan and I cut things a little tight leaving Delhi. The traffic is insanely thick getting to the train station. (This seems to be the case with every train station we’ve seen in India.) We get there with 5 minutes until our train’s departure, hurrying through the station. The platform is carpeted with people, sleeping, sitting, standing, we can barely move around. The board indicates that our train is platform 12. We find the platform, but there is no train. Since everyone seems to be waiting at track 12, we figure the train is a little late. In India, your seat assignments are printed on a piece of paper that is sometimes stuck to the side of the car, and sometimes posted on a bulletin board. Continue reading