Climbing onto the train, loaded up with backpacks, we wandered along trying to find our seats. It was clear this wasn’t the trains first stop, as people were already comfortable on their three tiered bunk beds; some seemed annoyed that we had disturbed them by getting onto their carriage. Abandoning our big backpacks under the bottom bunk, we slumped out on the bottom bunks to make room for other passengers trying to locate their beds for the night. I was in the middle bunk, which doesn’t seem too bad initially, but I realise soon that it was just below eye level for most people, which is worrying considering we were told you could wake up with someone starting at you! Thankfully my sleep what mostly interrupted, save for a few snores from the man in the bunks opposite. Before I knew it, it was morning and we had arrived in Mumbai.
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