Week 2 has flown by!

Week 2 has flown by!! I can't believe it is Friday! I have lots to tell you about  and have been writing my blog on my laptop each day but have left my memory stick in the mess so can't upload it even though internet is working for a change! So annoying! But don't worry- I will upload it on Tuesday, internet permitting! It is 2:35pm on Friday afternoon here and we are leaving in 15 minutes to go to Kerala, the next state along to the West from Tamil Nadu. We are going to a place called Fort Cochin which is 8 hours away so we are in for a long drive! It is Independence Weekend so Monday is a bank holiday. We will be back late Monday so will write all about it on Tuesday!

Have a wonderful weekend!

FIRST WEEKEND IN TAMIL NADU - MUDUMALAI NATIONAL PARK

It is Sunday evening and I write this lying on my bed in the doctors quarters. I can hear all the sounds of nature from outside; the bugs make SUCH a lot of noise! One in particular sporadically makes a noise very similar to a car alarm it is so loud! But it feels peaceful, and I am feeling very content.

We arrived back here about an hour ago, having spent the weekend at Mudumalai National Park and Tiger Reserve –which is basically a huge – I can’t remember how many hectares – but huge forest full of tigers and leopards and panthers and wild dogs and bison and spotted deer and mongooses and porcupines and peacocks (fun fact: national bird of India!) MONKEYS and ELEPHANTS J My favourites! They were all roaming free, and although we didn’t get to see any wild cats, we saw everything else! 

We stayed in a place right at the edge of the reserve- which was a really nice sort of camp/resort with cabins that had HOT WATER- which was incredible after a week of freezing showers or boiling hot water over the stove and using a bucket! I had three hot showers in two days…it was heavenly! However as it was basically on the reserve, we had to have two male escorters to and from our room after dark because of the wild animals (usually wild dogs and leopards) that sometimes decided to stop by! I don’t know what they would have done had a leopard jumped in our path – I guess maybe just make us stop screaming! The people were really friendly and we had a really nice time. We were taken out by two of the guys in a jeep to the elephant camp where we got to see the elephants that had been trained being washed in the river and fed a massive amount! The people here seem quite concerned about elephants and talk about them as being the most dangerous of the animals around – far more so than tigers or leopards, however I think my past experience of elephants having been shows at zoos where the elephants spray the audience with water and seem super friendly and cartoon elephants from the jungle book, my opinion of what elephants are like was very different until this weekend. It was explained to us that the reason elephants have started to be more disruptive is that their ‘corridors’ the paths they use to get around, have been disrupted by humans and so they have gotten confused – kind of like a human with an out of date sat nav- and end up where they can cause trouble. We met one elephant at the camp who had killed 15 tea pickers in Kerala about 10 years ago by crushing them. You could see all of his bullet wound scars from where they had tried to kill him. They didn’t succeed and the government then decided to catch him instead and move him to this ‘camp’ to be trained. And he is a really lovely elephant now! But it just made me really realise how dangerous they can be in the wild. After the camp the two guys – whose names I can’t remember, (I’m sorry – Indian names can be really hard!) took us on a drive through the reserve- kind of like a safari. It was great! As I said, we saw loads of animals and the best part were all the wild elephants that we saw, just bopping about, doing their thing- eating and hanging out. They are such beautiful creatures and it was wonderful to see them in their natural habitat. It got dark whilst we were driving and by the time we were en route back to where we were staying it had gotten completely dark – so much so that we didn’t realise we were really close to a mother elephant and her baby until we were right up close to them! They were about a meter away! We tried to take photos but it was a bit tricky as it was so dark – also the mother did not like this AT ALL and went to charge after us! We laughed about it afterward – but our two drivers did freak out and drive away really fast! A narrow escape!

As it is Sunday today that means a day off for Mala (our lovely cook and general looker-afterer) so on our way back to Gudalur we stopped in town and bought hot Parotas (unbelievably delicious round breads) fresh off the hot plate and some bananas and pineapple from our favourite fruit seller and we had a parota and fruit feast for dinner…yum yum. I’m feeling all sleepy lying on my bed so think I’d better leave it there, I am going to go to the hospital now to see if the internet is working so that I can upload all my blog entries! It really has been so unreliable which is why I haven’t been able to, so fingers crossed! Bye for now!

UPLOAD OF BLOG ENTRIES SUCCESSFUL! Yay :) Photos of the weekend to follow! Off to bed to get a good sleep ready for week number 2! Goodnight xxx

FIRST WEEK AT GUDALUR ADIVASI HOSPITAL (August 1st-August 5th)

Sorry! It is Friday. We have had our first five days at the hospital and I am only sitting down to write about it all now! I apologise! My lack of blogging has been due to a) multiple power cuts – average 2 a day, average duration 1 and a half hours! b) Internet not working c) lots going on! But I have made notes in my notebook so I will make sure not to leave out any important details!

I guess I should start with day 1, Monday, our first day at Gudalur Adivasi Hospital. 

At the bottom of this post is a picture of the hospital…just in the distance beyond the ambulance up a muddy hill is the doctors quarters where we are now staying and where we eat all our meals – so only a very short commute to work!

MONDAY

Our first day at the hospital was great. We met the two doctors who started up the hospital, Dr Nandukumar and Dr Shyla. They are a married couple who trained in India but who spent a long time working in America. They are both super doctors and really are the foundation of the hospital. We spent the morning in the outpatients department with Dr Nandukumar. I say outpatients, but it’s a small room, which we have found is A+E, plus a theatre, plus outpatients, all rolled into one!

Monday was a very busy day in outpatients and they see everything in all clinics- there are no specific clinics like we are used to – so we saw a huge range of problems in one morning and Dr Nandukumar had such knowledge of everything in order to be able to treat everyone. In the UK, the patients would have been seen by different specialists but they don’t have that luxury here. It was very interesting for us as we jumped from thyroid problems to rheumatoid arthritis to depression to haemorrhoids to sickle cell disease, just to name a few, all in a couple of hours. We also had some teaching on neurological examination in the afternoon from a lovely doctor who everyone calls Abu. He has the nicest, funniest laugh I have ever heard in my life! Teaching was based on a tribal woman in her 40s who had had a stroke. It was interesting to see how differently she had to be managed because of the limited resources available. The nearest CT scanner is about 4 hours away and so they were managing her uncertain of whether it was a haemorrhagic (bleed in the brain) or ischaemic (clot in the brain) stroke. In the UK, a CT would most definitely be done as soon as possible for all patients to differentiate between the two and then they would be managed appropriately as the management is different for each type and also depending on how many hours since the stroke occurred. However, as they were not able to do this due to the distance, expense of sending the patient and also the fact that the patient wouldn’t go anyway, they were managing her supportively and following a watch and wait approach. If she gets worse over the next week they will assume it was an ischaemic stroke and start secondary prevention with aspirin. They do not have any physiotherapists at the hospital but the nurses taught her some exercises to do, as the stroke had significantly affected her left side, specifically her left arm, which she could not use at all.

After our day at the hospital we went for tea and Indian sweets in town with Alice, a really friendly, chatty junior doctor from England who has been working here for 6 months. She did her elective here a few years ago and loved it so much she has come back as a doctor. A patient in the hospital who we have not yet met has had severe full thickness burns to 25% of her body. This is very severe and in the UK she would be taken to a specialist burns unit for sure. Even here they know that they don’t have the facilities to provide her with the necessary care but she is refusing to be transferred to another hospital as she wants to remain in Gudalur with her family nearby. That’s something I learnt today about the hospital actually- there are no set visiting hours and no limit to the number of visitors that each patient can have, as that is one of the many factors why the Adivasi are reluctant to use the government hospitals. So anyway- she wanted to remain in the Adivasi hospital and she needed a blood transfusion. There is no blood bank at the hospital and so the families of patients are often asked to donate blood or the hospital staff donate blood when necessary. They have facilities to screen the blood and it is given fresh. The woman’s husband disappeared when they asked him and has not been seen since, and so Alice very kindly donated a pint (?) of blood as she was a match. She was subsequently feeling a bit shaky, so we went to a café called Lulu Bakes for tea and the sweetest cakes and sweets I have had! I am going to get my blood group tested so that I can also donate blood if they need me to and I think that Mona and Duana will too.

TUESDAY

On Tuesday morning we had some suturing teaching from Dr Nandukumar who was absolutely horrified to learn that we practiced suturing using new and non-expired sutures, here the students use a curved needle and thread! He showed us the sutures that they use for patients and all of them had expired, many by several years. This isn’t necessarily a problem although they do check the strength of them before they use them, but it better explained Dr Nandukumar’s horror!

Whilst we were in the middle of this suturing session they brought in the burnt woman that I mentioned. Her burns are by far the worst I have ever seen. They were all over the front of her chest and neck, up onto her chin and down her arms. Her nylon sari had caught fire whilst cooking on an open fire. It was so sad and she was obviously terrified. We had no idea what was going on, one minute we were practicing suturing on a tablecloth and the next they were readying the room for a debridement of this womans burns. This is basically where they remove all the necrosed tissue that forms in the healing process. They need to do this to keep the wounds clean so that she can have a skin graft. As they don’t have an anaesthetist here, they were using something called ketamine, which is a sedative, in order to carry out the surgery. It was just so unbelievably different to any surgical procedure I have ever seen. They didn’t wear scrubs or masks although they did use sterile gloves. But they didn’t use sterile gowns to cover her, just her own shawl. In the UK there is no question that there would have been much, much, much better infection control and there would have been an anaesthetist who would have very carefully monitored the patient throughout. The only form of monitoring that the patient had was a pulse oximeter. The reason ketamine was appropriate was a) it doesn’t lower the pulse ox and BP in the way that other anaesthetics can and b) it is very short acting, so if there were any complications with it such as a reaction of the patient to it then these would have been short acting also. However it meant that Dr Nandukumar had only 15 minutes to debride a very large area. Throughout, the patient was moaning and making noises as if she was very much in pain, especially when they were trying to flex her neck which is particularly bad. I know that due to the sedative she won’t remember this but normally in theatre patients are completely unconscious and so this was a very strange experience for us and I think we were a bit shocked for a while after, especially as we had not expected it at all. She currently doesn’t want to have skin grafts, especially as her husband is not there, so all they can do is keep the burns clean and see if she changes her mind. I think they are going to start using aloe vera on them, which both soothes and has antiseptic properties.

Tuesday was also the day of our first yoga class!  There is a Ayurvedic doctor named Mahesh who works at the hospital. He is small and has a big moustache and is an absolute legend! Anyway – he is amazing at yoga and when we found this out we managed to convince him to give us yoga classes. We have them every other evening at 5:30 and have managed to get loads of nursing students, nurses and a doctor to come along- he now has a bit of a cult following! So first class was Tuesday and we learnt the ‘sun salutation’ which comprises 12 different movements. I didn’t realise how much breathing was involved in yoga, and also how peaceful it is. I have only ever tried pilates which is a lot more active. I really, really enjoyed the class and am very glad that Mahesh has agreed to be our yogi! However, I did nearly fall asleep when he asked us to lie with our eyes shut and relax each part of our body in turn- I was just so relaxed!

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday was quite an uneventful day. We spent some time finalising the questionnaire which we are going to use to do some research whilst we are here into hypertension in pregnancy. In order to do this, we plan to check the urine and blood pressure of every pregnant woman attending the hospital whilst we are here, as well as asking our questionnaire, which evaluates potential barriers to these women to accessing healthcare. Hopefully it will be interesting and we aimed to start on Thursday, so we had to get that sorted out.  We also had a bit of a group meeting to discuss our weekend plans and we decided to visit the Tiger reserve and National park which is about an hour away from here. There are lots of wild elephants there! 

THURSDAY

Today we spent our day doing our study, checking the BP and urine of all the pregnant women that came to the hospital. There were quite a few so this kept us very occupied.

We also had yoga class number 2, which was great, except I fell asleep during the part where you are supposed to relax your whole body one part at a time! It was so embarrassing! My supposed friends Mona and Duana didn’t even poke me to wake me up - they just let me sleep. Now all the nursing students laugh at me when they see me!

FRIDAY

On Friday we drove with some of the doctors from the hospital to one of the community centres, which was about an hour and a half away. There are a number of these centres and at each there is a ‘health animator,’ a member of the tribal community who has been trained to recognise signs and symptoms so that they can identify those who need medical attention. They can either refer patients to the main hospital or arrange for them to come back when the doctors are coming if it isn’t urgent. It is really an excellent system because we have found that many people don’t know about worrying features of illness. For example- so far of all the pregnant women we have spoken to – none of them knew of any medical complications in pregnancy. However the health animators are aware of these and can recognise them in the women that they see. I have lots more to tell, but the electricity has just gone - so am off on a candle hunt! I will write again after our weekend at the National Park! Happy Weekend! xxx 

THE RAIN IN GUDALUR

Ok – so we are back from town…it started raining whilst we were there so it became very difficult to ‘purchase’ – they call shopping  ‘purchasing’ here…I quite like it! The town is a lot bigger than I thought it would be. I was trying to prepare for all eventualities when I was packing as I didn’t think that I would be able to get anything here and that we would be in the middle of nowhere- but that is not the case. Although the town is kind of in the middle of nowhere – there are a fair few shops and places to eat in town. We don’t need to cook for ourselves though as there is a lovely local lady named Mala who comes each day to make our meals. We met her this morning at breakfast and she is so kind and smiley! I will try to get a photo of her!

The picture above shows Gudalur town and a tuk-tuk (aka. Auto-rickshaw) can be seen, which I did such a poor job of describing before!

The rain...!

We took shelter in a fruit shop and bought lots of yummy fruit. The bananas here are teeny-tiny but taste absolutely delicious!! You need to eat about 3 or 4 to get a normal-sized bananas worth, but they are so good! I have already eaten about 6 of them!

I will write again tomorrow to tell you about my first day at the hospital, but bye for now!

THE WAY TO GUDALUR - PART 2

July 31st

Hello from Tamil Nadu! We have arrived safely – thank goodness!!! There were times yesterday on the journey here when I feared that we would not make it! Since I last wrote- a man named Richard (not his Indian name, but what he insisted we call him as his name was a bit tricky!) picked us up from the airport. He was late, so there was an awkward ten minutes or so when we were a bit worried we had been abandoned, but come he did and soon we were bundled into his car along with all of our bags. We had no idea what a journey we were in for…it was to be a combination of hilarious, educational and terrifying! I’m not sure I will be able to convey just how crazy the journey was- maybe its one of those things where you have to be there, but I will try! It started out fine; Richard was very considerate and made sure that we all had enough leg room and that we were comfortable before we set off. I spent most of the first part of the journey looking out the window very appreciatively. What struck me most was how beautiful it was. It is just so very GREEN here in South India.

Richard was a bit of a chatterbox and as soon as he realised I was interested in learning some Tamil words he quickly began teaching us as much as possible. Once he had run out of ideas for useful phrases he just named everything that we saw. Which would have been fine, (not great, as it was far too much to take in at once, but fine) except that it proved to be quite a distraction to him and he was often not looking at the road! After a while we began to ascend the mountains known as the Nilgiris. Gudalur Valley, where the hospital is, is in the Nilgiris. The roads were very windy – as in bendy not breezy – and also very misty- there were times when we could see only about a meter ahead, therefore the driving conditions were challenging to say the least but Richard insisted on driving very fast and continued to teach us Tamil (unsuccessfully!). The horn honking system here also seems to be very strange and honking is used very regularly as a way of thanking other drivers (one honk), warning other drivers that you are coming at them fast and don’t intend on slowing down (multiple short honks), criticising other drivers’ driving (two honks) and also to get birds, cows and people to move out of the way (one honk, very prolonged, loud, two hands)!

We also had some random pit stops along the way. The first was at a rubber tree farm, where he got us to get out into the rain and see the trees and how the rubber is tapped from them…it was actually really interesting! I have put a picture below so you can kind of see how they do it…they make oblique deep gashes in the bark with a knife and then collect it into plastic bags that are taped to the trees as it drips.

He even went and found the rubber farm owner and got him to show us what is made from the liquid rubber that is tapped from the trees. They wanted to give us souvenirs but we didn’t really know what to do with big chunks of rubber so we politely declined!

(I know its the wrong way round - I can't figure out how to change it! Just look at it with your head tilted to the right!)

Pit stop number 2 was a tea plantation. There are so many tea plantations in this region and tea picking and processing in factories provides a lot of jobs in the area. Richard was very anxious to show us some of the fresh leaves but it was pouring with rain so instead he decided to stop a tea-picker with a basket of tealeaves that was walking along the road. However, we had already driven past him at high speed so the obvious solution was to reverse rapidly 50m back down the windy, misty road and ask him to pass some through the car window. He seemed to be very confused! I had never seen fresh tea leaves before though, so it was cool to see! They smelt lovely.

Later, when the rain had subsided for a while we stopped and saw an actual plantation – Richard is the guy on the right, my friend Duana is on the left and Mona is in the middle.

We had a few near misses with Richard even commenting- ‘This road is very, very, very, very danger’ (4 dangers, I counted!) but this did not cause him to slow down! When we arrived in Gudalur, we were due to go straight to the hospital, but instead we made pit stop number 3 at Richard and his brothers office, (they own 2 buses and a car) which was basically a room with a table and a tablecloth over it…it was a bit strange- but he treated us like guests and produced some super sweet but delicious milky tea seemingly out of nowhere and seemed really proud we were in his office! He made us give him our emails and asked us not to let anyone else drive us apart from him, as apparently he is the most experienced and safe driver around and the most qualified to drive tourists…a very disconcerting thought!

Anyway – he did manage to get us here safe and sound! We met Julie, a lovely girl from Germany who is also on elective here and who will be living with us. We are staying in a mini apartment halfway between town and the hospital, although we are not staying here for long- only until tomorrow when we move into the Doctors quarters by the hospital, which is up a steep hill from here so I am not looking forward to getting my bag up there! I haven’t actually seen the hospital yet but I am very much looking forward to seeing what it is like! It is about 4pm now I think and we are going to go into town to buy some toilet roll and have a look around!

Bye for now!

THE WAY TO GUDALUR - PART 1

 

July 30^th

Yesterday’s entry was very, very long. I apologise! It won’t be that long again I don’t think, it was just because I had to cover a week in one entry. Also I had a lot of time on my hands last night as Mona and Duana went out clubbing whilst I hung out at the hotel – too tired from my day of laptop charger hunting!

Today is Saturday. It was lovely to catch up on much needed sleep last night but I still found it very difficult to pull myself out of bed this morning! However, we had a flight to catch so there was no time to waste. We packed up all our stuff and quickly headed out to catch a taxi to the airport.

We seriously underestimated the amount of traffic. It took about three times the time we had thought to get there and we dashed to the check-in for our flight to Kerala and made it just in time.

I write this from the plane. My ears are popping like balloons the air-conditioning is too cold and Duana is asleep on my shoulder so I hope writing this blog entry will distract me from how uncomfortable I am!

I guess now is a good time to quickly explain where we are going and what we plan to do when we get there!

Basically – we are going to work in a charity run hospital called the Gudalur Adivasi Hospital. It’s situated in the state of Tamil Nadu, South India. The hospital serves the Adivasi people, the tribal population residing in the region. In a nutshell, they have been treated very poorly over the years. They were previously forced to work as slaves for the British and until recently the Indian government refused to recognise them as members of society and they were not able to access Government healthcare. Although this situation has now thankfully changed, the majority of the Adivasi people are reluctant to seek healthcare from the government hospitals when they need to. Therefore the hospital was set up to provide them with the healthcare that they so desperately needed. It was originally run entirely on charitable donations, now the government reimburses the hospital for the care of each patient, but the remainder of the costs of running the hospital are funded by charity. We will be working there for a month, not just in the hospital, but also at the community centres and the mobile clinics that are run. The combination of hospital, community centres and mobile clinics serve about 20,000 Adivasi.

It’s almost time to put tray tables up so I need to quickly round up! We are flying to Calicut (Kerala) Airport and are supposed to be being picked up from there and be driven the 3 ½ hours to the hospital. I hope someone turns up! I will write again from Tamil Nadu!

MUMBAI

 

29th July

Something I should have mentioned about my grandparents village is that communication with the outside world is an issue. There is no mobile phone signal so I couldn’t text or call from my phone. There is no internet. In theory there is dial up but it is the slowest internet on the planet. It takes 20 minutes to load a page on google. Also if you do ever get on, many sites, including facebook, are censored. So essentially, there is no internet. It is a weird feeling as in the UK internet is so present as a part of day-to-day life and I am so used to checking my email twice a day, so it was strange to be without it. I wonder how many places on earth are really like that now. Last summer when I was in Ghana, I stayed in quite a remote campsite where I would never have thought there could be internet, but managed to pick up WIFI on my phone! Anyway, there is a landline in my grandparents’ house, so I tried using this to get in touch with my two friends Duana and Mona who were already in India travelling the Golden Triangle. I was due to meet up with them in Mumbai, but I couldn’t get through to them. Turns out they had both got Indian sim cards and had texted me their numbers but due to lack of signal I did not receive these texts. Fortunately at the airport I received a text from Duana with the address of the hotel at which they were staying, so when I arrived in Mumbai I got a taxi straight there. It made me feel very independent. I had never arrived in such a foreign land somewhere so completely different to the UK and had to get somewhere by myself. It was daunting but I managed just fine! Unfortunately, Duana and Mona had already gone out, as due to our lack of communication, they had no idea when I was going to arrive. I was feeling a bit blue at this point, having had no sleep for well over 24 hours and I was missing my family. So I was very disappointed they weren’t there. I decided to use the phone at the hotel to call the Indian number I now had for them, and I called and called but to no avail. So I came up with a new plan, to send them messages by email and facebook to let them know I had arrived! So I changed out of my clothes wet from the Mumbai monsoon rain, wrote a quick note to them in case they arrived back whilst I was out and set off to find an internet café. At the reception desk, I asked for directions and they informed me that there was in fact WIFI at the hotel! Excellent! Something was going right! So I headed back upstairs and retrieved my laptop from its bag. Now, I have never taken my laptop travelling before, however, myself, Duana and Mona had been planning for ages to do some research whilst on our placement in the hospital in South India, which I will explain properly later. So it was after much thought that I decided the laptop was essential for this and that I would bring it. However, I realised that in my hurry to pack my things in Iran, I had forgotten my laptop charger. Disaster! Now not only did I have my valuable laptop to carry around India and have to worry about it, but it was useless without battery! I faced a difficult decision- take a nap and have no laptop for the trip? Or set out into the rain in a completely unknown city on a hunt for a Sony Vaio laptop charger?

THE HUNT FOR THE LAPTOP CHARGER

Ten minutes later I found myself in the back of a little yellow tuk-tuk. And so the hunt began. I had never been in a tuk-tuk before. Had you asked me a week before if I could see myself taking a tuk-tuk alone my first day in Mumbai, I would have laughed. Even had you asked me less than an hour before as I gazed in wonder at the strange things in the taxi from the airport! I didn’t even really know what they were. Some people call them tuk-tuks, some rickshaws and some auto-rickshaws. I heard them being referred to by the locals simply as ‘autos’. For those who don’t know what they are like, I think the best way to describe one would be a cross between a motorbike and a carriage! The driver sits at the front and the steering mechanism is like a motorbike, but there is a bench behind that can seat three. And there are three wheels. Not a great explanation…sorry! Anyway. First stop was an electronics store not too far away. It looked promising. It was big, it said megastore on the front and I could see laptops through the windows. Super. I paid the lovely tuk-tuk gentleman who clearly had no clue what I was saying as I tried to ask him the price of the fare. With hindsight, I significantly overpaid. Unfortunately, within ten minutes I was out in the rain again, trying to hail another tuk-tuk to get to the ‘Sony service centre’. Just over half an hour later I was back in the same spot, soaked through and no closer to finding a charger. Instead of finding said service centre, I had ended up at a car-servicing workshop. Dismayed and very lost, I had to simply take the same tuk-tuk back again. Suffice to say, the driver found me to be a very strange individual and simply shook his head at me as I handed over my fare.

I took a deep breath and headed back into the megastore. They were confused to see me again and proceeded to give me the same information as they had before. I was not prepared to try the ‘service centre’ for a second time, so they instead instructed me to go to the ‘Infinity Mall.’ There was a Sony store there, I was told. They would help me. So off I went, all the time thinking what a crazy situation I was in. I considered giving up, but the thought of being in a remote part of South India (to which we were heading early the next day) needing a laptop and having a laptop but not being able to use it, spurred me along. So ‘Infinity Mall’ it was. It was quite a way across the city, but I told myself I was getting to see Mumbai in the process. Although the majority of what I saw was rain and multiple tuk-tuks. And rain. But eventually I found myself crossing the threshold of the Sony store. I was drenched, tired and must have looked pretty awful by the looks on the faces of the two staff sitting behind the desk. But all around me were Sony laptops and a sign that indicated the store to be the flagship Sony laptop store of India. I grinned. They would definitely have one here. I explained my predicament to the two guys whose politeness pleased me immensely! I love being called ma’am! Which was good for me as that was how most people addressed me everywhere in Mumbai. However, my happiness was short-lived. As I pulled the laptop from my rucksack to demonstrate the charger I would need, they shook their heads. Apparently my laptop was both too small and too old and needed a 16-volt charger, which were hard to come by. The 19-volt ones that they stocked would not work. They could order one, but it would take at least a day or two. I stood, aghast. I was going to have to abandon the mission after I had come so far. I must have seemed very upset as I was quickly offered a chair and a toffee sweet. ‘Don’t worry ma’am, we will see what we can do.’

Literally 14 phone calls later, (I counted), my hero, from the Sony store, Infinity mall, Mumbai had secured me a charger and was having it couriered over. I was happy (although still tired, wet and friendless). They gave me their number so I could call at intervals to check if it had arrived, so I decided to head back into the rain in search of a cyber café and an Indian sim card in an attempt to contact my pals. I managed to secure both so I messaged Duana and Mona and I called back my friends at the mall. The charger had not yet arrived but they had my new number and would telephone when they had news. I decided to head back that way anyway in the hope that it would not be too much longer. Who knew what a trek it would be. Whilst I had been facebooking, it had been raining harder and harder and within a second of stepping out the door I was soaked through. It had also got dark. There was also much more traffic than there had been before. All the tuk-tuks were full and none were stopping so I had to walk back. On the way I almost drowned in a puddle. I’m exaggerating slightly, but it did come half way up my calf! But my biggest challenge was yet to come…the crossroads by the mall. It was impossible to cross the road. The cars kept coming and the rain kept falling and there were puddles everywhere. These were no longer the main problem; I had already resigned myself to wet, wet feet. But I just couldn’t cross! It was so frustrating as I could see where I needed to be…it was so close, yet so far! A car and then a tuk-tuk almost hit me. In the end I ended up praying that I wouldn’t die and running across at the same time as a local man, hoping he knew what he was doing. And YES! I had made it! I was about to step onto the curb when a tuk-tuk pulled up at speed and I jumped…straight into a pond. Well a puddle. But it was practically a pond. I felt my body vibrating and figured I was shivering from all the rain and adrenaline. It took a few seconds before I realised it was my phone. I picked up, dazed. ‘Ma’am? Ma’am? Hello, ma’am? Your charger is here.’

Well thank goodness for that.

I walked into the hotel room to the stunned faces of my friends. I looked pretty bad. I was very wet and was still a bit in shock from the minor tuk-tuk vs. motorcar crash I had just been in. I don’t want to go into that too much in case my parents read this and freak out. But I was fine. Just a bit traumatised from my day. I couldn’t really make words. I headed straight to the shower to wash my very, very muddy feet and accidentally turned it on at the coldest temperature setting at full power all over my fully clothed self.

What a day.