Varanasi, India
Well, last night the inevitable happened; the curse, the scurge, the plague of tourists in India - I got the trots.
Having camped on the toilet since four in the morning I awoke at 7:30 a dehydrated and shivering mess. As every ounce of fluid and dignity that my body possessed (all that separated me from Chelsea was a very flimsy plywood door) was swirling around in an Indian sewage system; Chelsea charitably agreed to a chill out day in our hotel room - I coul...