At the airport we are bundled into taxis, luggage on roof-racks, and transported seatbeltless to our hotel. The roads are a chaotic mixture of crowded buses, brightly-painted trucks, tuk-tuks, cycle-rickshaws, bikes and motorcycles, weaving in all directions. At the hotel we are welcomed with a garland of orange flowers around our necks, red spots smudged onto our foreheads and luridly coloured cold drinks. My room is nice although lacking a window. After a much-needed shower I finally begin to doze off on the large comfortable bed when the phone rings - "your lunch is ready downstairs for you, miss". The group (19 supporters, 7 WaterAid staff and 2 film crew) sit down to three courses - tomato soup, an assortment of delicious hot vegetable dishes, dahl, rice, paneer, cold dishes, breads and salads, followed by ice
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