short-cut into Nedumkandam
from the track to Nikunjam. This
path leads to the side of the
cardamom auction-house
We woke around 6pm and found a nearby chai-stall: breakfast was tea and fried wheat-cakes. Then Ajeesh walked off to visit a relative (like the phfor, they're everywhere) while Anish and I sheltered from rain in the car.
We then drove back to Nedumkandam and stopped at a water-pump at the foot of the hill leading up to Ajeesh's house to clean the car. There wasn't too much puke but some had got into immovable mats in the rear footwell. (Several days later, it's still discernable.) I'm very impressed by Anish's timing - puking his 'Doctor's Choice' brandy into a just valeted car. I've told him that I'm a doctor and that it's my choice that he doesn't drink any more rancid donkey-semen. This version of brandy smelt worse than fenny or toddy: both of which give me the dry-heaves.
Back at Nedumkandam, I had yet another first: it wasn't the first time I've ironed clothes to dry them* but it was the first time I've used a portable kitchen hotplate to do so. I'm very glad I was attempting to dry my clothes, not to make them look smart. I should add that this ironing wasn't frivolous - I'd run out of clean clothes while waiting around 3 days for clothes I'd washed to dry.
*That particular record occured when I was a dole-mole, living at Forkenford Farm in Edinburgh.
There then followed a long and vain wait for power to reach the cybercafé in Nedumkandam.
© (except the blatantly ripped-off bits) Random Bozo 2006