Alive.

I am alive. In spite of a nightmare bus journey last night - draughty, rickety, loud, long, dangerous (i.e 100 mph on the wrong side of the road) and to top it off, the cherry on the cake, uniquely squashed, cheek by jowl, next to a man with naughty, inquisitive finers. Rapture! Bliss! Joy that cannot be counted on ones fingers! But here i am, in one piece, girding my loins in preparation for some serious seeing of the sights in Ellora.