Not a happy week. With just a week to go before I depart for India the b****** car has blown up on me. After days of messing around with dealers, breakdown trucks and such like I decided to dump the thing as the repair costs for a black box were almost as much as the worth of the car itself. Bought a fairly decent Saxo (i.e. it is has 4 wheels in roughly the correct position) as a short term replacement and next year after we have returned from our Global wanderings it can be traded in for a new mobile box of aggravation.
All the final medical stuff is complete and I have to be the planets most certified healthy person(after x-rays, jumping up and down stuff, a few dozen needles stuck into various bits of me and unspeakable other painful goings on). My eticket is printed out and my passport is hopefully getting a visa stamped into it. Subject to not contracting pig flu, asian flu, bird flu or any other flu that happens to be knocking around I leave on the 20th July. However, looking back at the possible flu variants I wonder whether that is the origin of the term flying pigs (think about it).
A volunteer already in place in Koraput tells me it is the monsoon at the moment and suggests I bring some wellies with me otherwise there is a chance of catching fish flu. Given the ability of the virus to mutate I'm half inclined to believe him.