Wake up ill. The dirt and smog has got to me. Realise my trousers are a dark shade of grey. They were a light cream day before yesterday. Decide to escape back to Bangalore. Jet Airways office next to closest thing India has to HMV and sign reading ’Feed the Poor here, 9am, 5.30pm’. Like they are some sort of circus attraction? Mother Theresa did a lot of work here, God rest her, but obviously not enough. Get back to flat and feel instantly better after swim.