Up v. early to meet Vic on the 5.30am flight, bearing second laptop, clothes, and most importantly of all, pens and blu-tack.

Discover technique to discourage landlord engaging me in mindless idle chat about the house - ask him actually useful questions long enough and he’ll leave because he’s been of service. In this case, he’s resolved the Aloo Bhujia saga mentioned previously. Not in fact mashed potato as Patrick suggested, but base component of bombay mix. Arrrghh. At least I’d eat mashed potato if I was hungry enough.

Down to Shanthi for Vic’s first meal. Decide at table to go to Mysore tomorrow for the celebrations of the end of Dasara. The Eastern form of Dasara is centred around Mysore, so it should be a blast. Guidebooks mention parades with fifty elephants and opulence abounding.