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!