Monday rained all morning and I forced myself out of bed, borrowed an umbrella and wandered up and down the narrow streets of Chinatown which all smell vaguely distasteful. An Unidentifiable Non Vegetarian Something.
Had momos at a Nepali place and then cleared the hotel after some polite haggling over what we were being asked to pay.
Moved to Pishi's, drove around the city a bit and then, like some world-weary traveller thoroughly enjoyed the dosa I was treated to at Komalas. What will I do in London if I ever get there?
