Every journey...

Confucius, he say "Every journey begins with a single step".

Well here's some wisdom for you:

Every journey begins with a bit of a headache, caused by packing whilst hungover from celebrating the 'last night in town'.

To add to our woes, Barbara left this morning (at half past four), and Becky and I got up to go to the airport with her. When we left the hotel, there was a Spanish girl there who was also going, so the two decided to share a taxi, and, what with their luggage and all, there was no room for Becky and me to accompany them.

Dang. Had to go back to bed.

So now it's just the two of us. We're heading off to Darjeeling today, but our personal belongings seem to have doubled in the past four weeks, so I'm hiding from the packing in an internet cafe while Becky has gone to get her hair done.

We had a good night last night. We went out to the Calcutta Cricket and Football Club with the sons of the doctor who arranged our elective here, and they bought us fairly heroic amounts of drink. There were also a couple of guys called James with us who have just finished their degrees in Maths and Physics in Oxford, and the lot of us are going to watch the Ashes later.

So to recap - Posh English chaps watching cricket in India. Who says we lost the Empire?

We will be in Darjeeling tomorrow morning, so hopefully I'll have more to say then. In the mean time, I have to finally pack up, go and do a bit of last minute sightseeing, and drop in the remainder of the charity money we raised to the Motherhouse.

But first I have to leave this place - my first single step of the next four weeks' travelling.

(and I still have this damn headache)

Toby.