A clarification: Pat is back to being normal, and being normal means an endless number of tormenting jokes not having been done/told over the past few days have come to kick Sasha in the ass in ten-folds. She liked him better when he was too drained to speak.

Before going into details of the whereabouts, we'd like to, especially Sasha, thank Abbey Mahon for making sure that our apartment hasn't been burnt down and collecting important mail - what an angel! Pat's brother Ryan thought someone had broken into the apartment, but everything is cool - and Abbey; you should stop by and say hello!

We bussed down to Rishikesh from Mcleodganj, for 12 hours, at night, on a narrow dirt road, in the mountains (serpentines), while it was pissing down rain and thundering hard. Oh, did we mention that our bus didn't have any windshield wipers? Well, it didn't. At least the bus made it on time - point A and B. That was a first.

3 hours into the trip, the bus took a break and we headed for the lavatories. In India the 'squat-toilet' (google it) is the most common way of doing one's private business - or in the open nature. As westerners, we prefer a bit of privacy no matter how tempting it is to just whip it out. Pat saw several kids pissing on the train tracks in public and immediately added this on his 'India things to do list'.
Anywho, Sasha went in to do her thing and with horror feces started to bubble up from the hole.
to be continued