Bit of a write off. Had another bhang lassi to get the party started, this time from a different cafe, who made them about 10 times stronger than before. We were tripping hard. (How can this shit be legal?!!). We were supposed to be concentrating on the tabla and sitar performers at our hotel restaurant, but instead we couldn't stop laughing. In the end, we had to leave because we became paranoid the monkeys circling the rooftop were going to attack us. We went back to the room at 9.30pm to ride it out. Had every intention of getting back up for the countdown but it was never going to happen. The effects lasted a whopping 15 + hours. Never again.
New Year's day was a horrible miserable rainy day. The streets turned into a mud bath, except it wasn't mud, it was shit. I swear I saw more locals than normal in their bare feet. It wouldn't surprise me if they think it's good luck to walk around in cow shit. To top it off, Cameron got a dose of Delhi belly. Not just the runs, which is pretty much the norm for us now, but a full blown case of power-spewing. I'm wondering when the inevitable will catch up with me.