Anjuna, Goa Thursday 9th March
Well, yesterday they thought something was up, but today, my bowels are sure they are in India. This afternoon I got that old familiar feeling deep down inside; a rumbling bubbling warning that I had less than five minutes to curtain call. Fortunately I managed to find a friendly guest house owner who grinned widely and pointed me in the direction of his disgustingly filthy ablution block. Not a moment to spare. Managing a squat toilet in the dark is an art with which I'm a little rusty, but we'll get there. Now I have to manage the 30 minute walk through the fields back to the hotel, gulp.
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