Overnight on the Indian Rail!

So, I took an overnight train from Delhi to Mumbai and survived (that night there were two derailments and a bombing on other trains in India - eep!). I was too big for the train beds, the food was the spiciest I have had in India, but things were relatively nice. I sat across from an excitable Indian electrical engineer who took great pleasure in telling me everything I was doing in India was wrong. I was seeing the wrong cities, I wasn't eating enough of my dinner, I came at the wrong time of year, I was talking to the wrong farmers, and on and on. He was a delight.

Upon arriving in Mumbai, I was excited to see the city is much more city-like than Delhi was. Though only here for two days, it's nice to be in such a different place. On the other hand, during my ride from the train station to my hotel I had this fun exchange with my taxi driver:

"What country are you from"
"America"
"Oh! Yes! America! America is good country."
"Yeah, I guess."
"I am glad you are not from Israel. Israel is bad country. Very baaaaaad people."

Then there was an awkward silence from me, a beaming smile from him, and he proceeded to charge me four times as much as he should have for the ride.