Cumbum.
We gave up waiting for Mr Anthony yesterday and got on the bus to come here ourselves. It's not really called Cumbum - that's a generalisation, like a county - and the bit we're in at the moment is called Uthamapalayam. When we arrived, we gave the address to a nice auto driver who found Mr Anthony for us. We've caused quite a stir in this little town and last night Mr Anthony's house was filled with Awe and Wonder.
C. has caught a cold from somewhere and everyone keeps praying for it, which has got to be a touch annoying. I think God's a bit busy because it didn't work! Last night we had rice and rassam1 for dinner and I ate loads! What's happening to me?
Mr Anthony has been very 'Indian' for us, by not getting us a place to stay and worrying about our expectations. He said that he did have somewhere for us, but didn't ask them until the evening.
We slept in the church, on the floor - well on bamboo mats. It was pretty uncomfortable and a bit spooky but still...
He spends an incredible amount of time faffing about over insignificant things, like whether we should take our bags with us or not. A lot of time is wasted.
The morning was spent waiting for him to decide on something to do (he didn't). We've just done the same as we did last time - nothing. So I think we'll head on to Kochi tomorrow night for 3 days of bliss. After that, chaos begins.
Mr Anthony has had a barney with his wife. Neither of them's very happy, I think she's cross with him about something and he's got no idea what. He told us that his family irritates him because they talk topsy-turvy when he returns tired from his day's exertions. I know how he feels - last night the chap who let us into the church kept asking me about our stay and what we're doing here when all I wanted to do was sleep!