Back in Bangalore. The bus from Pondicherry was delayed by two hours because of a boulder in the road. It as about 3am when we stopped abruptly and about 20 men tried to move it aside. When, after 2 hours of pushing, this failed, the bus driver put on his thinking cap and decided to go around it. Around it! Genius. Very little sleep was got that night because some guy insisted on keeping his window open so I was freezing and had curtains billowing in my face. So I was ill and took the day off work, and Hannah and me went to get our palms read. The man only spoke Hindi so this woman translated for him. He would speak for ages, and then she would sum it up in a short sentence, "the stars are good for you" or "your parents are good". We were sure he was really saying "just make up some thing to tell these girls. Oh and is my white shirt clean and can we have lamb biriyani for tea?" It transpired, anyhow, that I will be married by the time I am 25. 25! This gives me a year and a half to not only plan a wedding but also net a groom. Surely impossible even for me. He did say that I already know the person though, so perhaps that will speed things up a little. Oh, and I'm going to have 6 children. Yesterday we heard the news of the Mumbai bombings. 174 dead so far and over 400 injured. Crazy. We were reading in the paper about it over breakfast and asked Shirley if she had friends in Mumbai. "Yes" she said. A friend of hers was travelling to Bangalore with his family to live. "Dead." She said, "He was nice man." She said it casually, as though death wasn't such a horrific big deal. Perhaps people here see so much death and disease around them that they are used to it, immune to it. Bangalore, like other big cities, is on high alert. But I don't think I trust the officials to instil any kind of organised response. It takes them 2 hours to navigate around a boulder for God's sake!