A call from the doctor

---

Not 100% by any stretch yet, but getting closer. I received an expected, but nonetheless welcome, call from a friend from New York who I'm meeting up with soon in Pathankot. Since I will no doubt refer to him in subsequent entries, his name is Debasish Roy (hence his nickname "the doctor"), and he arrived in Mumbai yesterday, after a near disaster in which he managed to board the wrong flight from New York and almost started heading towards Gatwick instead. Quite how he managed that is something that terrorist training schools the world over are still scratching their heads about.

In theory, we will be meeting up in Pathankot, then sharing a taxi from there to Dharamsala - this is assuming that both our trains (mine from Amritsar, his from Delhi) appear in Pathankot at 8:55AM on Monday morning, as the timetable so fortuitously indicates they will. The intention is that we will stay in something slightly more upmarket than the usual places I have been staying in, which I do not have the slightest objection to.

That's it for today. Cheese and tomato sandwiches have been eaten, and ginger/lemon/honey tea drunk. Time for that pigeon luck to kick in, I think.

---

Photos

Misery McCabe
Sick of, and in, Jaipur