16.11.2010 - 16.11.2010
Indian Railways certainly had a lot to answer for. Sarah’s first words of the day were, “I’m pooing water!”
My reply, “how much toilet paper do we have left?”
Having spent the last eight weeks travelling in a group, this wasn’t the romantic time we’d planned, being alone at last.
We both spent the morning fighting over the toilet. At lunchtime we both went out for a nice walk along the cliff top to buy more toilet paper and we spent the afternoon in the restaurant across the road, within sprinting distance of our room’s toilet.
“Can we at least try and make it to the beach tomorrow?” said Sarah at bedtime. (7:00pm)
Thanks to some other kind of Indian festering infection, all of Sarah’s toenails have started to fall off. The price you pay for paddling through the filth of Indian streets in flip-flops. Then good news was Sarah was after a pedicure, having only 7 toe nails meant she could get 30% off the price.