New Delhi – Part Two

Delhi, India
Part Deux
December 7th – 9th 2010

What have I learned about bus rides in India? Avoid them whenever possible.

I specifically told the bus-booking service I did NOT want a window seat. If anyone here remembers, I had encounters with small roaches along the walls of the bus during my Aurangabad to Ahmedabad journey on a “luxury” bus.

This “deluxe” bus was packed and overbooked, as usual. It was Africa all over again. The luggage compartment was full with who knows what so everyone had to bring their luggage on board. So our bags filled the aisles and people with no seats had to sit on the luggage. My neighbor who had the window seat seemed like a friendly guy although he was a bit strange. He shook my hand and said something which I didn’t quite understand, something about him being a driver.

Anyway, I go to sleep, hoping for the projected 8-10 hour journey to pass by quickly. I wake up in the middle of the night, my right pant leg pretty damp. I immediately had a horrible thought. No, I didn’t pee my pants. Rather, I thought my neighbor did, and it “connected” with me through the seats. Our seats were tight too so when we were asleep, our legs were in close proximity, and probably even touching.

So I pull out my headlamp from my bag, slowly shine the light over to my neighbor’s pants and sure enough, my suspicions were confirmed. His crotch area was wet and so were insides of his pant legs, as if he peed in his pants. You can tell by the darker shade of the peed-on areas. Earlier that night, the bus stopped for a bathroom break and he was one of the last ones out to pee but I don’t think he got to go because the bus started right back up really quickly. And now, he probably decided “Fuck it, I’m Indian and this in India, I’m going to pee in my pants in the bus.” (Hey, I know how much it hurts to hold your pee in during long journeys as I had the same experience in Morocco, so these days before long journeys on buses, I don’t drink much before-hand.)

I don’t call him out on it because I didn’t want to humiliate him. Or maybe I’ve been conditioned to think “Hey, it’s India, shit (or pee) happens”. I distance myself from him as much as I could that night, allowing half my ass to hang off my seat. Hours later, the moment my seat neighbors in front got out of the bus, I moved and got to knock off a couple hours of sleep.

A few hours later, Mr Pants-Pee-er (PP) starts doing a Hindi version of Tourette’s. He was literally shouting some random Hindi. I turned around and he looked half-asleep. Was he drunk? I noticed he was drinking *something* when I was still his neighbor. The Tourette’s went on for an hour and no one in the bus did or said anything to him so I turned around and asked him if he was ok. The guy, although half his eyelids were open and shouting random Hindi, was non-responsive to my enquiries. I was quite afraid that he shit his pants and he was so embarrassed he was shouting “FUCK MY LIFE!” in Hindi. No, I don’t know what he said but that’s what I would’ve screamed if I shit my pants.

When in India, do as the Indians do; Nothing, which is what I did. I just sat there, tried to go back to sleep, and Mr PP eventually fell back asleep. When we got to Delhi, I got out of that bus as fast as I could. I’d say it was a good day to do laundry.

12 Replies to “New Delhi – Part Two”

  1. If it wasn’t such a hassle to find I’d link you the pictures of my friend who, either in Nepal or India, had to walk in ankle deep shit and urine. So, by comparison, your story isn’t *that* bad.

    Also, this same girl eventually had to be treated for MSRA in her chin. Which is better than another girl I know who got a weird brain disorder overseas that caused seizures. Now you see why I’m not in a hurry to travel there.

    1. Hmm…did I post that entry? Can’t find it anywhere. But yes, I had a “random thoughts from delhi to gorakphur” written as I rode the train but posted later.

      Oh ok, figured it out. I had posted something else earlier about the delhi-gorakphur leg and the weblink showed that but I came back and deleted the contents and replaced it with Delhi but the weblink stayed the same. Just changed it.

  2. Hrm, pick pocketing, hate-love relationship with India and the funky smells.

    Just wondering, do you have any plans to visit Bhutan? Two of my acquaintances visited there. They say there is not much to see around apart from the amazing Taktsang Dzong, a bit of architecture and the mountainous views.

    1. Not going to Bhutan. After Nepal, I’m back to India for a bit before heading back to Malaysia.

      I’m still wondering how you manage to read that stuff about pickpocketing…lol

  3. Hey Ken,
    it’s been a while cause we’ve been so busy, so now you’re in India? Wow, didn’t know you were going to go so far, around the world in eighties days or longer, lol. We’ve been busy around here in Austin, we moved again this time to Bee Caves and 360. We’re up to about 45 employees and still growing. We’re getting the Protocols back again, uugh. It looks like you’re having some fun, lol. Got the next version of WoW (Ver 4.0) Deathwing and finally ding level 85 lastnight. Got a bad start last week due to a NERC Conf in Tampa when DW came out. It’s a total redo. need to get back to work. I’ll check back ya after the new year.

    Cheers

    Bob

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