There's nothing about today in my diary and a blog entry I wrote today simply says that I'd be going to Aurangabad the following day. I have a vague memory of drinking with Hans the night before and being regaled with turgid tales by an old bufty of a mariner. I'm pretty sure I made it home with my honour, if not my braincell, intact.
I'm also fairly sure I did nothing notable this day to make sure I could catch an early train with Hans the following day. Maybe we used up most of the day buying the tickets anyway: I'm pretty sure we had reserved seats.
The Fight Club photo was taken in Victoria Terminus and the floral welcome was in Dr DN Road.
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