Getting to and Being in Kolkata

I sat around on the train from Guwahati to Kolkata and tried not to smell myself. I've not valued water nor soap on my body the past week (two weeks?) and you can tell. You know those skin disease that make your skin different colors? I thought I had it because the dust has settled into the patches of my skin that don't sweat enough. But in long sleeves, you can't tell the difference. There was a man who looked like a turtle who sat near me. I had chai once or twice and a good chapatti with some sort of curry and a hot pepper which made the meal real good. I tried not to drink too much water to avoid the toilet. I also tried to hold my breath when the train started to slow into stations because you can smell the crap that they just dump through a hole in the train. At night someone turned a light on down the way which made me think it was morning each time I woke up and that made me wake up more, thinking we were close, which made me mad so I woke up more 'cause we were not close. But that made me glad to get to Kolkata at seven in the morning.
The problem with getting anywhere at seven is that the hotels have check out times that are at 10 or 12 and when you call around they tell you to call again at whatever their check-out time is. Even when they have vacancy anyways. Have to resort to the walk-in. Which is how I got a room at Hotel Marie.
Kolkata is nice because it has big wide streets so you can see the big tall buildings they made. Since it's India, everything is crowded anyways but at least it's not Delhi. The population is tremendous. I think tomorrow I'll visit the Bengali Buddhist Association and see if I can get a room so I can see how the Bengali Buddhists do their thing.