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We did a bit of thinking and decided to go back and change our train tickets. Taking into account India time plus factoring the monsoon into it, we decided that the likelihood of our first train being on time and being able to catch our next train within a three quarter hour window was about as likely as seeing the Pope in a nightclub. So back we went to make a nuisance of ourselves at the
Railway ticket office again. By the time we’d finished enquiring about trains, times and other sundry details, the poor man at the helpdesk actually laid his head on his desk and groaned. I strongly suspect he was glad to see the back of us. [read on]

I woke up this morning with this in my head. Let’s just put it down to tropical air and too much time on my hands…

Before I came to India
I took the Phart for granted
Then a case of Dehli Belly
Made my view of Pharting slanted

So now I Phart most carefully
With delicate control
(To Phart with gay abandon
Means to first find toilet bowl)

Now, if I see a meditator
Seemingly in trance
I wonder to myself
If he is merely trying to Phart

I vow that I will never take
My flatulence for granted
‘Cos now I know, in India,
A Phart is carefully planted

It takes a honed technique
True, ’tis a fine and noble art
So now I am a Master
Of the Gentle Way of Phart

And when I’m gone from India,
Back home in my country
How well I will appreciate
My Pharts can now fly free.

The train ride back to Delhi was marvellous. And much to my very facetious satisfaction, Paul woke me up far too early for the trainstop and we had to look out the window for ages until we got to our ... [Continue reading this entry]

The next day I spent languishing in bed, under attack from a misdirected case of Delhi Belly. It somehow lost it's way and found me in Rishikesh. And this, combined with a day hotter than mid-summer in hell, resulted in ... [Continue reading this entry]

After doing a stint in Janpath, to go to the Tibetan Row (shops), we organised storing our luggage in the luggage room down the road, had dinner on the roof and made our way to the Metro. This time the ... [Continue reading this entry]

Tuesday evening we went to Sadar Bazaar on a cycle rickshaw. An excellent way to travel as you can see everything around you well and watch this curious place as you go by. Sadar Bazaar has even smaller alleyways than ... [Continue reading this entry]

Monday night was awesome. Finally we had some rain, and along with that, a spectacular electrical storm. So we went up to the rooftop, which is a great place to be a spectator at such a time. Walking on the ... [Continue reading this entry]

Our new tailor is a wonderful Muslim guy of great style and an excellent sense of fashion. He took us to his thinking room', which has about as much room as the average kiwi toilet. It's loaded up to the ... [Continue reading this entry]

Whoops - I pressed the wrong button. Instead of pressing save, which it pays to do, due to the fact it's almost guaranteed that the power will go off here just seconds before you've finished a mile-long email, I pressed ... [Continue reading this entry]

We went for a ride on the Metro to Connaught Place. The metro is a lot busier this year - you actually have to queue for a token. Although the queues are still fairly civilised there - unlike a lot ... [Continue reading this entry]