…was the most horrific trip so far. I had a ticket for second class (first class was full). When I arrived in my wagon all doors were closed. When I finally found an open door, a group of people tried to throw a guy with a long beard out of it. The train was already starting to move, so I jumped in the door pressing everybody back with my backpack. At least I was on!
Inside were about 10 people in an empty wagon. They formed a human chain at the door to keep the guy with the beard and me from moving away from the door. There was a screaming discussion going on between them. Somebody tried to explain me something on the line of that this is there private wagon and we are not supposed to be here.
But I had a ticket for this wagon, seat number 108.
Unfortunately the wagon had only 99 seats.
I guess that is bad planning by the railway guys.
After another half an hour of discussion they opened the locked door to the next wagon and throw me and the beard guy out. I guess these people must have been religious nut cases or so. I mean the beard guy was obviously Muslim and I am white.
The next wagon was full by Indian standards (meaning no free space anywhere). After another half an hour we found the Deputy Ticket Inspector assigning us new seats. After finally sitting down and getting rid of my backpack an angry Indian appeared demanding his seat.
Again finding the Ticket Inspector, getting a new seat.
The new seat was already occupied – by a guy who also got this seat assigned by the Inspector.
We finally found the Head Ticket Inspector. He had 30min discussion with the Deputy Ticket Inspector and the Second Deputy Ticket Inspector who apparently all assigned the same seat to three different persons.
When I finally got a free seat and could sit down about 2 and a half hours were gone.