There are three things that when combined can comfort even those suffering from "delhi belly", they are: comfy over sized pjs, BBC's Pride and Prejudice, and one's Mum. I have none of these things, but I do have caring friends who have been through it and are compassionate.
This morning as I boarded my 6:30am train I almost burst into tears wanting my mum, but I am feeling better. My stomach has yet to decide which end it will direct my lunch. Sorry if that is crude, but such is a traveller's reality in India. I have been very fortunate so far.
I still want my mum.
The heat still climbs. It has to be at least 40 today.
I am dreaming of the Himalayas.