So we got to the train on time, put the bike on the luggage compartment, and settled into our sleeper bunks for the night. Then we woke up and sat around all day as we crossed central India View image. Then we settled into our sleeper bunks for a second night... Then we woke up on the outskirts of Delhi, to see India taking a communal crap. We could see literally HUNDREDS of people taking a dump, all at the same time, squatting within a few feet of each other, all over the fields and green areas near the train tracks. It was so surreal I forgot to take photos!

Once at New Delhi station, I left Rolfe with the bags, and started the slow and burocratic process of getting my motorcycle back from India Rail. I walked a kilometer to the luggage office, and finally managed to convince the main guy there to actually send someone with me to retrieve the bike, rather than go by his suggestion of "waiting an hour or two", so that he could sit back and let his colleagues on the next shift deal with it. His minion and I walked across 14 tracks and then the kilometer length of the train to find the bike already on the paltform. I suggested I ride it back to the office, but we had to walk across two more tracks to another train, to get a superior to sign it off, and send a second worker to help push the bike, rather than use the engine power, more than a kilometer back to the office. The second and older worker made a point of just resting his left handon the back of the bike, and letting the younger man do ALL the pushing View image. Once back at the office, I went through the paperwork, and the superior tried to get me to pay extra charges -- they always do. Did I mention that India can be quite corrupt? I stuck to my guns and eventually regained control of the motorcycle.

Rolfe and I strapped on the bags and headed out into the mad, seething bazaar of Pahar Ganj to find a room. As soon as we got out of the station, we were soaked by the first rain I'd seen in over two months!