They say that a person can learn alot about themselves in India, you have all heard them, the droopy college art-fags saying they "found themselves" in India when they lived there for six months last year, where they lost 40% of their body weight, gained 1 inch thick callouses on their feet, and found the true meaning of humanity.
I learned that I am allergic to fecal vapor.
At least that is my conclusion after riding the trains in India and finding that each time I boarded the train, and each time the train came to a stop at some way-station, and the overpowering odor of human fecal matter would assault us like an amino cloud of destruction, and then my eyes would puff up, become itchy, watery, sticky and generally unpleasant. You see, the restrooms on the trains are nothing more than an open pit to the track below. So I did some math....we were in the 1st Class Air Conditioned Chair car, which had 100 passengers, there were 2-3 of these cars, there are also no-chair cars, which held as many scrawny little Indians as could cram them selves in, so maybe 500 per car, about 4-5 cars per train, and the middle ground, non-AC chair cars, probably a little more crowded than the 1st class car, so 150 people per car, another 3-4 cars. So that is anywhere from 2450-3400 passengers per train, we'll just use 3000 for easy math. And about 4 trains per day on any given track, so 12000 people rattling along over the track every day. If only 20% (very conservative) end up using the restroom, that is the biological waste of 2500 people splattered all along the entire track between cities and in the stations themselves...every single day. While the train is moving, you get enough fresh air from the movement to make this bearable, but when the train stops....remember the allergic reactions described above? There can be no other culprit than to assume that the inhalation and exposure to so much fecal vapor is bad for me.
Aside from the trains, India was actually an exceedingly fascinating and enjoyable vacation spot. Yes there are many more beggars in India, and the street peddlers are kind of annoying, but the dickering style of all the shops was fun and rewarding.
All in all, India was truly astounding, there is nothing that can be said to fully prepare any traveller for India (yes, getting a Cypro prescription before hand really does help), the only way is to go there and experience it for yourself. Be assaulted by fecal vapor, get mauled by street peddlers selling useless junk, see camel carts, elephants, bicycle rickshaws, and women in beautiful and colorful sarees everywhere you go while the beggars tap on your car windows...you simply have to do it to believe it, and even then it is not comprehensible.