Ok, apologies for a particularly self indulgent bit, but I'd just like to say that I feel cack.

Something I eat yesterday is now having a major argument with my guts, so back onto the Diarolyte, ho hum. I couldn't face another night on my bench, so I've taken the train up to Matura near Vinandra, headquarters of the Hare Krishnas. Everything that you may have heard about what Indian trains are like is true, crowded, slow, dirty - just like the Cardiff - Reading service on a Saturday afternoon. A major advantage over the buses is that trains don't have horns so life is thankfully much quieter - hurrah!

To tomorrow...