What a day of ill health! All three of us were delicate. I remained in the room until checkout time while Adrian and Doug went to the bank and airline office. After checking out and setting up camp in the lounge, the Manager took pity on me and sent me back up to lie down. Nice. They even returned the ¾ bottle of water they’d lifted on first clearing the room! (It was, however, only sterilised, not paid for!)

Took a Tempo to a further flea-bitten folk museum and caught the tail-end of a puppet show. (I forgot to mention last night’s show. For 10 Rs we had a splendid performance by local Siddis who make their own dolls. There was a fight, a contortionist who removed his head, a bareback rider with real flames, and brilliant erotic dances. Unfortunately, rain stopped play … then they wanted to sell us some puppets. Pity I can't use them.) The museum was the result of a survey in the 50’s of the Scheduled Tribes, and records their customs, costumes, designs, festivals etc. All rather dusty now, but interesting. Once you wade through the patronising sentiments and impenetrable prose. After desultory wading-cum-shopping, abandoned street and waited for taxi, me with thundering, immovable headache. Driver persuaded us to sell him our spare money belt, which I felt a bit ambivalent about, since we got what we paid for it, but he seemed delighted. Then I discovered a rash all over my arms, legs and body. Measles? Hell. No wonder I feel ill.