Going back...

The ticket man pokes and prods throughout the beginning of the last leg.. 5 1/2 hours to the slums we call Delhi. Fly boy has stolen one of my extra large table clothes I've chosen to wear on my head. He has alternated between smelly man, manic man and ends the trip as fly boy because of his amazing ability to attract buzzing flies... sitting side by side, they swarm him and leave alone.. thank God for genetically altered clones.

Water please?