Taking The Train

Still in Bombay, I've been taking the city trains quite a bit,
it's amazing to see the packed trains speeding past with
men hanging out the doors (the women usually have their own, less crowded,
compartments which men are forbidden to enter).
I took one train, out to Bandra, a sea-side area, that was so full,
at one point my feet were not touching the ground,
and I was clinging to a pipe along the ceiling.
It was like being in a mosh pit, and the thought of crowd-surfing
to the door when my stop came crossed my mind more than once.
Actually, it is closer to a rugby match, especially when the train pulls into a station
and the men disembarking basically smash straight into the sea of bodies trying to
board, everyone yelling, punching and pushing in sheer desperation.
The cheeky, young Mongolian guy I was with called it an Indian body massage!
This potentially unpleasant inconvenience is easily offset by the experience of riding the trains
when there are few passengers and I can hang out the doors and watch the city
roll past (slums, filth, art deco buildings, crazy temples) with the wind rushing against my face,
and the moon glowing in the hazy darkness of the Bombay night sky. Incredible.