When I left the guest house at 5:30am the party was still going on. The rain had washed away all the mud of the last days and uncovered the tarmac of the road. Deep puddles hampered myself keeping clean pants on my stroll to the train station (which wasn't much of an issue anywas, as I look like I was bathing in a puddle for days already).
The train left the station at 6:10am sharp, notably exactly at the scheduled departure time. I will inform Austrian rail about it. Maybe, they can get some time management advise from Indrail?
I shared my bench with an elderly American fellow to my left, who was also travelling on his own. He was sticking self-adhesive address labels to the back of Kama Sutra postcards. What kind of friends does this bloke have, I was wondering? Honestly, this guy was a bit strange. He kept on babbling to himself throughout the whole journey.
To my left was an Indian businessman with a bad after shave and an issue ot the Indian Weekly magazine.
In Jaipur I hired a guy who took me on his auto-rickshaw through the pink city and its monuments. This is so much better than Delhi! In fact, they have real sights here (like the Maharadja's palace, the Maharadja family tombs Gaitor, Jantar Mantar - the observatory, etc.).