Felt like stretching my legs so I vaulted a highway fence and padded through sand to Juffair. En route there was an argument with a guy who had nearly run me down then wanted to be best buddies. Dust-up over, it was onwards and upwards for a night at the Hotel California with US Military and Militaryettes, England 4 v Montenegro 1 on the TV while a band played Blur and Katy Perry covers. There was plenty of whisky on the bar as well as a mellow vibe despite the drunken, whooping GI Jar-heads, biceps like logs, dancing like white men, even the black guys.
Felt rough after booze and the humidity made for a tetchy journey via Abu Dhabi at midnight (no change), onto Indira Gandhi International Airport in Delhi at 5 am in the smoking room and a great bookshop. Short flight to Nepal in cloud and landing in Kathmandu rain, a refreshing cool drizzle pattering from the Rhodedendrons. I hooked up with my old mate Rads then a power nap before delicious dinner in Gaia restaurant and a pleasant chat with the boss in trainy courtyard. Movies sent me down into to deepo sleepo.