Wednesday, 2 July, 2008, part 3

Back at the hotel, I signed up for a breakfast for three people (another girl, Sara, had arrived on the 2nd because her flight got massively delayed, and she was placed with Brenda and me) at 8 a.m. I slept in only underwear for another night, but the next morning, at least I´d have Sara´s velour sweatpants to replace my now filthy, probably laden with dog excrement, cargoes. I slept marginally better, surprisingly free of the digestive issues I invariably get after eating Mexican dinners in the States. My meal had been very spicy indeed (nothing a true Indian can´t handle), but it wasn´t refried or reeking of cheese. That was probably it.