Last night we settled in the diminuative town of Googie, which like most small Indian towns was dusty, smelly and populated by a ton of beggar children. It did however have some cracking street venders selling some top notch grub. Plus it had a ton of monkeys to amuse us, they scamper around stealing from the stalls and raising merry havoc. We then much to our delight found an off license and bought a ton of super strong beer. Fed and watered we played Cheat for a considerable period until suitably sloshed we settled down to sleep. Five men, one bed. Kinda sexy when you think about it. The reality however is less enjoyable, after two weeks on the road we smell really bad, we've eaten street food and flatulence in my team mates is building up to toxic levels. To top it off, at 11 the air con powers down when they switch off the generator. The sweaty, putrid forms of five slumbering adult men have now become immensly unpleasant. To top it all off, a cricket enters the room at midnight and chirps away merrily with the level vigour and volume one normally associates with a pilled up, raving chav.