As we promised ourselves, we “shopped our behinds off” - as Doug Cook said. After a late start, due to the fact that rooms were hard to find last night, we calculated expenditure to a nicety. By the time we’d posted our last 4 cards, and lounged in Connaught Central Park for half an hour before dinner, we had 5 Rs + 47 pence left. We dallied with the idea of a Limca, Thums Up (sic) or Gold Spot, but nothing could compare with the offer of a massage. “OK, for 5 Rs, I’ll do a foot massage”. So he did, and very nice it was too, even if it tickled. The audience of a dozen men thought so too, until Adrian passed round the hat, asking for " 5 Rs a look”. That got rid of half of them. You can’t sneeze in India without acquiring an inane, grinning crowd. Indians can spit, shit, pee, die even, but a European has only to look into a shop window, or drink an aerated water to be the centre of attention - usually curious and amused, though with more of a snigger if it's adolescent boys. Yawn. And don’t argue with the husslers, ‘cos that’s a big turn on. Yawn again. Although this hotel is run by grabbers (wanted upfront payment!!), it’s a whole lot better than the ones the Ex-Servicemen’s bus driver took us to: smelly, grimy and with soggy carpets. Ugh. Adrian got very cross and had to shout and bang to get them to take us somewhere decent. All full as it happened, but a tout picked us up, taking us to 5 hotels where he gets commission before finding this one ‘3 Km out of the centre. Still, by 0015 we weren’t totally ungrateful.