In Transit, 10-12 November 2009

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Not much to report here: an overnight plane to Delhi, with me coughing all the way, followed by a few hours in dusty Delhi before boarding an overnight bus to Mcleod Ganj, again with me coughing all the way. Not much sleep to be had.

A spot of bother dealt with rather unsuccessfully on the journey when the problem of a distinct shortage of toilet stops arose. It was a bumpy 12 hour bus trip with just one stop the whole time, in the first three hours of departure. Nine hours without a toilet break is no doubt doable if you are asleep, but as I was awake the whole night coughing (and needing water to help control the cough), there was bound to be a disaster looming... loom it did, and disaster it was! The lesson learned: weeing into a bottle (assisted by a she-pee or no) in a small space on a bumpily moving bus full of people requires practice. Sigh. I wasn’t game to make a second attempt when nature called again a couple of hours later, so rather incredibly (I thought!) hung on for the final four hours - it gave Hero and her mum, Deb (who’s been getting all Buddhist in Mcleod Ganj since mid September), a chance to say hello and catch up on arrival anyway, while I acquainted myself rather quickly with the nearest toilet to appease my bursting bladder :-)

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