A junction and I have to change trains. Another struggle but I make it. For platform entertainment there are dogfights featuring a gang of yellow curs vs. a three-legged white mutt. They all lose.
There is an incredible crush on this new coach. There is literally no place to put my feet so I hoist my body and my backpack into the luggage rack above the seats—not exactly a Pullman berth, but not so bad either. Such creative traveling!
The train arrives in another station. There is a three hour wait while passengers in the coach seem to come and go. I have plenty of time to observe them from my perch and I have never seen a dirtier and more repulsive lot, but here we are and I wonder what they are thinking of me!
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