So, India...

As many of you know, my mom and I are home early. For those of you who don't I'll explain from the beginning.
We were sad to leave Udaipur, but we had to move on. We took an overnight bus to Ahmedabad. We were told we would be there at 6 am. We had a sleeper. This means a little cubbyhole above the seats. We shared one with our luggage, it was tight but comfy. We got to Ahmedabad at 3:45 am. Scary. We had no idea what to do. A tuk tuk driver offered to take us to his friends shop to buy bus tickets. With much reluctance, and few options, we went. We woke the people up of course, they told us a few different options on how to get to Diu, the island town we were planning to go to. We didnt like any of them, because it involved waiting around for 3 hours. So we made the driver take us to the train station, where we found out that there were no trains, we had to take a bus. So we went back to the shop and decided to buy tickets directly to Diu for the next night at 9:30 pm. The driver then took us to a place to stay. The first place, no one would answer the hotel door. The second one, I went up to look at. It was gross, but sleepable, also recommended by Lonely Planet. I made my mom decide. She okayed it. So we moved in for the next 15 hours. We slept. Woke up mid day. The town was ugly and industrial. We had ice cream for breakfast. We found a super slow Internet shop and a post office. We then ate lunch at a really good local restaurant. Everything in India is vegetarian. To find meat is actually hard. When we went back to the hotel, the owner said our bus was cancelled. There was no other one to take. We didn't know what to do. The town sucked, Lonely Planet failed to mention any nice town near by. We went to our room wanting to cry. He later came to tell us there will be another bus that left at 10 pm. We said we wanted it. He said they were seats, not a sleeper, and in the last row. But they were the only two seats left. The other company returned our money. The rest of the night we waited around talking with people in the hotel, and also went to a really busy yummy restaurant. That night we took off on the over crowded bus. Of course we had to have our bag with us, so they wouldn't be stolen, which was a pain in the ass. We thought the last row was all set with my mom, me, a grandfather and his grandson, and a middle aged Indian man. We were the only white people. Turns out the little boy didn't have a seat, it was shared with his Grandpa. A young, business looking Indian man came on and insisted he have the window seat, which was fine because it was his seat. Of course it wasn't easy moving things around to let him sit there though. Little did we know this would be our last bus ride in India- cut short.