One of many food vendors on the train, by me
The difficulty, you see, is that there are many ways in and few ways out. There’s vegetable biriyani, dhose with vade, vade with vade, puffy pastries, folded pastries, crisps, almond milk, chai, coffee, whatever. No meat but plenty to eat. Indeed, it is possible to be consuming something almost every sitting moment, and the food is not bad.
The inevitable decline, by me
The toilets, alas, marked ‘Indian Style’ are basically a squat onto the ground. As such, I suppose, clean, being as one is instantly meters away from an offence. But still a bit beyond my ken. It is classic input/output error. A gross miscalculation.