My new appreciation for the sleeping bag

I feel completely enlightened. The sleeping bag is actually amazing. When I think back to all of the bus/train/plane stations (plane stations are technically called airports, I grant you, but it didn't fit in with my forward slash transportation combination) that I have slept in, desperately trying to make a blanket out of a flimsy scarf, a pillow out of a bag and covering the remaining gaps with a fleece, I feel a prize fool. I have never traveled with a sleeping bag before and I can conclusively say that it is brilliant. I used to think that it was a bulky and unnecessary item. Oh, how my opinion has changed. I have a bed wherever and whenever. I've said a definitive goodbye to drafty shivers, so-long to cold marble floors and a smirky whatever to dirty benches. Train station sleeping has never been so bloody comfortable. We left Varanasi on Wednesday at 5.20 on a 24 hour train. This train accidentally became a 32 hour train, meaning that we didn't get to Jodhpur until 2 am. Thus another train station sleep was in order. I set up my sheet on the floor, lay my sleeping bag down, placed my donkey cushion next to it (one of those squidgy cushions that you get from the market that has also revolutionized my sleep) and stood back and admired. Instant bed. Truly brilliant. If only sleeping bags had some kind of rat repellent, they'd be perfect.