Get dragged down to one of the pubs in town to meet Hari and some of his friends. Eyes glued to the Pakistan vs New Zealand match on the tv, which the latter wins - thankfully. Conversation goes to cricket and find out Hari went to school with about a third of the current Indian team. Upon further questioning he’s also mates with most of the tavern owners in Bangalore. Probably knows the prime minister too.

Still can’t face spicy food and take good-natured jibes about ordering a plate of french fries from the waiter. Still, plate empties noticeably faster than I’m eating the contents. Pub also strange choice of music for its clientele - from Beatles and Beach Boys to Guns ’n’ Roses and Ozzy Osbourne. My request still gets turned down by the DJ for being ‘too heavy’. Bah humbug.