And off I go again.

19/2 - Up, packed and still unable to coax any hot water out of the shower, so a cold one it is. I was told I can leave my luggage here and have a shower before I leave for the station. I'll leave the luggage, but I am getting used to the smell now, so I'll duck the shower. I only had a bit of a wander and decided to go to the station. I checked out Sudder Street, which is pretty cool. Not too much hassle and interesting.
Went for a taxi and found the drivers can be selective on when and where they go. The first 2 wanted double the price and the last started at 100 and came down to 50. He switched his meter on when I got in, perhaps some kind of dodge. He started to panic a bit when we were getting near the station and his meter was coming up to 50. He asked me to get out short of the station which was fair enough as the place was logjammed.
Fended off the porters and found the left luggage, then went to look for a deodorant. The mini one Kelly bought me has finally given up the ghost. I have been using it too much, it only lasted 5 weeks. No wonder nobody in Kolkata is talking to me. I found my way into the surrounding area of Sealdah, not as easy as you would think, these large stations are hectic. It is buzzing, loads of street stalls, as usual selling everything. I lost my cool a bit before, but only in a stern school teacher way. I think the noise and the begging got to me, so I snapped at a bloke who would not take no for an answer to his weed and assorted drugs. I got a blast back of some Indian dialect then "Alright, alright I understand." I have developed a look that seems to work with the stern voice. I had better be careful though. I might start thinking I'm hard.
I settled down on a barrier amongst the stalls to watch Kolkata in action. I must be over the snapping stage as all the beeping and rushing is making me smile now. A little shower with big drops came over. It was funny to watch the street clear in proportion to the heaviness of the rain. Even the traffic went quiet. I kept an eye on the remaining vehicles, they are all F1 vehicles driving on dry weather slicks. Some lady tried to shoo me under shelter, but I was enjoying myself to move and being an experienced standing in the rain idiot I knew it was only a brief shower. And I was right, said he standing here 2 hours later soaked to the skin. Only joking.
Mozzy hour approaches, so back to the station to slick up and put on some deodorant for the benefit of my fellow passengers.
I swapped my barrier for a wall and sat there watching all the comings and goings. There are loads of blokes coming out with milk churns on their heads and others with all sorts of sized packages. Blokes with trolley packed to skyscraper height, a slight exaggeration, but only slight. They batter along too. The lack of mechanisation here is keeping a lot of people in jobs. Good to see.
Some young 'uns have commandered a trolley and are ferrying each other back and forth having a good laugh. Nobody is bothered, they just let them have their fun.
A mini van comes and blocks my view, so tea time I reckon. A black tea, samosa and curry puff, the latter is not a friendly man. Found another seat for a bit more "busy doing nothing". A couple of kids are buzzing around a bloke loading up a trolley with papers, he just laughs at them. One looks only to have a sloppy joe jumper on just covering his bare arse. His mate helped push the loaded trolley, but he jumped on for the ride. I think they live in the station. That Belgian lad I met in Chennai was right, a lot of people don't have much, but they manage to smile a lot and have a good time.
As people weren't talking to me, I thought I'd strike up a conversation with a bloke who sits next to me. No joy. This must be the London of India. Now I've been joined by a masked raider, some bloke with a hanky over his mouth and nose. As Paige would say, "What's that all about?" Mind you I haven't put the deodorant on yet.
I think my stomach is fixed. I just had my first fart for 2 days and what's more it didn't follow through.
THAT'S DISGUSTING.
NO, that's a relief.
The train is in.
I'm on.
Good night.