

New Delhi, India
Friday 4 December
The drums come back. I'm wide awake and my stomach is sore. Must be that very very hot wrap. I get my ear plugs and eventually fall asleep. As soon as I'm up my stomach is sore again. The toilet and I are well aquatinted. We wait around for the phone call from the embassy. It doesn't come. I eat some of Malcolm's left over noodles. Eventually Malcolm goes and calls the embassy from reception. Turns out there was no problem, the lady at the des...