It takes 30 hours to get to hell and back

We just completed what will hopefully be the longest continuous leg of our travels at least in India. It started with what was called a luxury sleeper bus from Hospet to Mumbai. Which was supposed to be a total of 15 hours. (I have discovered the time is a relavant factor in India, it is not so much an exact time you are given but more of am approximation.)
When we first got on we were quite impressed with the our accommodations on wheels. We had a clean queen size bed and lots of head room (this was a vast improvement from our bus from Goa). Only down fall was no restroom. Our sleepy eyes from biking all around Hampi started to get heavy and finally rest about 30 mins into the bus ride about 6:30 pm. When, like a gong, there was extremely loud Bollywood music started to play from the speaker placed directly above out heads about 3 feet away. Both Gillian and the hot Slovenians boys next to us unsuccessfully tried to stuff various article of clothing into the speakers to muffle the noise. Luckily after about 2 hours of being teased by the music being turned off and on, it was turned off for good by the bus diver who a guess just got board.
So 17 hours later with little sleep and the occasional experience of having to pee on the side of the road (or as the bus driver called it the "Indian Bathroom") we were dropped off somewhere in the middle of Mumbai.
We were told we would be taken to Mumbai Central but what do you know, we were not. With the of friendly Indian teenagers an other stranded Japanese backpacker we made it on to a city bus and a hour later we were at the train station with time to spare.
Which leads us to our 8 hours train ride to Ahmendabad in Non-AC class seats. It was painfully since we had not slept in 24 hours. I guess it took all of us on the train about 6 hours to warm up to each other because first 6 hours were spent in silence and the last 2 hours were spent with everyone on in the car talking to us and wanting to now everything about us it was actually really fun to talk to all of then.
The best part was that I got an 20 year old man and a 70 year old women to talk to me for the better part of an hour about Cricket, which I still don't really get.
I am still amazing at the friendliness and openness of the Indian people.
So, in the end Gillian and I made it just fine and treated ourselves to a hotel with hot water last night. It is amazing what sleep and a hot shower can do.