Thank you

I received a message in the middle of the night from an old friend who I haven’t spoken to in a while.  He realised that I was in trouble and offered me an olive branch.   If this trip brings nothing else then this alone makes it all worth while.  Sometimes you need to be on the other side of the world and completely on your arse to realise who your friends are.  Thank you.  It means everything. 

Also I wanted to say thank you for the comments on here.  I never know who writes them (or how to comment on them).  Thanks to whoever wrote with places to stay in Bangalore.  It was impressively comprehensive.  I feel bad that it is wasted on me.  Bangalore will forever be tarnished in my eyes.  I have no plans to return.  I am mentally scarred. 

Whoever wrote about sponsoring me should be in charge of all my affairs.  I like the way you think!  Sadly, although I do smell and look like I should be selling the Big Issue, I don’t qualify as a proper charity case.  It’s just a minor breakdown/midlife crisis.  It’s good to know that I can get money straight away though, if I need it.   Thanks for that.

And whoever wrote about the toilet.  I have yet to master the Indian toilet.  I seem to, far too often, accidentally wee on my feet/trouser leg.  A month ago this fact would have horrified me.  I now don’t give a shit.  I’m genuinely past caring.  It all adds to the allure.  Traveller chic.