Overnight from Delhi to Jodhpur, we shared a compartment with Sanjay and Jaysa, who were returning from Delhi where they got their visas to travel to the UK. Their bright son Lachit, a badminton player, traveled with them. Also a crabby girl who didn’t interact much at all except to swipe my second pillow.
It was a two-tier second-class AC berth, six of us sharing floorspace smaller than our powder room off the kitchen at home. Sitting on the lower berth, our knees had to fit together.
We slept like rocks.
Squat toilets are a fact of life in Asia. The Peace Corps even has an inservice about them for volunteers! Nevertheless, on a wobbling train, lets just say the usual annoyance with male urination is magnified and the process of squatting is an aesthetic hurdle.