Delhi belly ranking system.
Mike Hemingway = DAY 1…. hahahaha total wimp, fun to watch though.
Mike Gibson = Day 6 he fell far from the finish post and then milked the whole sympathy thing for 4 days solid.. or not so solid if you know what i mean !!
Matt Ramsden = Put in a good show for 9 days, but after a confident fart realised all was not well “down there”. One quick underpants change later (back to those used on days 1-4 without yet having washed them) Matt ends his winning reign.
Day 8
Coach Roach Hotel number whatever… we have lost count, we now head into mosquito territory. And my god are these bug buggers !! We also hit monsoon rains for the first time, which proves to be much fun. Mike “girly” gibson is no longer playing as his ‘tummy hurts” poor ladv ! I am sure he enjoyed the huge potholes and crazy driving throughout the day.
Sitting in a traffic jam where Injin logic just does not yield any results in the middle of the rains proved very fustrating, however, we took the opportunity to both direct traffic with some good old fashioned British common sense and get to know the locals. Over an hour later we had many new friends and one angry bus driver who we cut up on our way out.
The day itself was pretty uneventful to be honest, other than that.
Day 9
Getting once again at the crack of dawn we headed to the world heritage site of the Sun Temple, just so we could get pictures of us saying ” look mum, heres me next to another temple”. However, this realy is a stunning location and well worth the visit.
Proceeding to drive across paddy fields in the wrong direction never helps we have now found, but its fun all the same. This added a good 1.5 hours to the day, and we had a stop for naked beach swimming (video may follow if enough begging is made to see three saggy white backsides) We eventually decide to head for a town called “golpapur on sea” an old british holiday resort… and my god did it look like an even crappier version of blackpool, promenade and all !!
Onother dip into the sea, whith a coule of hndred bemused Injin’s staring at the mad brits whoopng and hollering on the beach like idiots. All we were missing was the union jack shorts and hanky for our heads. Here all the mosquitos are bigger still, as are the cockroaches. They called the beer here “bolt lightning” and so we intend to have a good cheap night. Mike is still not eating, day 4 now, BUT he is getting progressively louder so he must be feeling better.
More piccies added to the flickr bar on the right.
More later as once again injinn Jo’s generator and web connection is about as strong as a rubber band.
