Fireworks exploded outside and woke Beth and I with a start…it was only 9:30pm. Living on the edge, I know. There was a marriage procession for the groom. The daughter of the owner of the hotel we were staying was getting married that weekend. A music van with speakers blasting out music, men marching along side playing the drums, men holding bright multicoloured flashing lights, I can only guess men attending the wedding dancing while walking and brining up the rear another open top van type vehicle where the groom sat on his own. The dancing immediately outside the hotel lasted twenty minutes but the procession lasted for about an hour apparently. We went back to sleep grinning. 
When I woke up I had been right about getting a cold. I was achey and snotty. Worse than being snotty at home? Snotty in 40 degree heat.
As promised to the owner, we walked to Aum café for breakfast and I had fruit and tea. The waiter carried my food and as he leant forward to place it infront of me a saucer of lemon curd slid off the plate, bounced off Dom's shoulder and spilt all over me. Dom and I have taken a great enjoyment in each others misfortune but for this lemon curd to have bounced off him and onto me? Well, he was ecstatic wasn't he. Biggest, most smug grin. It went absolutely everywhere. Still feeling poorly I went back to bed after breakfast and did some washing. After doing my washing I went to the local post office to send some stuff home; ticket stubbs, my art from Udaipur. I got my first proper head wiggle. I had also realised though that I hadn't really integrated with many of the local people, Raj had done our negotiating, translating, arranging and ultimately engaging with people. But I have the south to try to rectify that. We took a tuc tuc to the train station for a 13 hour overnight train to Delhi. As soon as we got on the train I went to sleep.