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For about the last 3 days of my time in India I didn't get all the much sleep. I have a weird thing where it takes me a few nights to get a decent sleep in a new bed. As were were changing venue's every night (compounded by the fact that we were getting up at 5.30 each morning for safari/travel) I was feeling a wee bit tired when it came to our 3am wakeup.

We checked out of the hotel at around 4am and got our taxi to the airport. Having been in India for 11 days we were now super confident in our baggage handler handling skills. They first tried to spit Ben and my luggage up onto two trolleys for double the fair. We weren't having any of that. We entered the airport check-in area with just the one handler in tow and when we reached the desk we handed the guy 20 rupees and he accepted. Victory!

This is where it gets jammy for Ben. His brother bought him his tickets via air miles and it some how worked out cheaper to fly World Traveller out but World Traveller Plus in. I couldn't afford such luxury so I was stuck in hobo class. World Traveller Plus was over booked so Ben got bumped up to World Club where you get bed/chair capusule things and a bag of tolietries and nice printed food menus with actual food choices and most important of all leg room .

I really wasn't looking forward to the flight back after my experience on the way there but I asked the nice guy at the check-in desk if there were any seats with legroom avaliable. He managed to get me the best seat in World Traveller - probably the one with the most leg room in the entire plane. So things were much, much better. The food was rubbish and I couldn't get to sleep but I could stretch my legs and get out of my seat without annoying people.

10 hours later and we were back in the UK, at around 12.30pm or so. Getting out of Heathrow was no problem and we were soon sitting in Kings Cross Station. At this point I was feeling officially rubbish. Upset stomach, a cold, severe lack of sleep, and we now had a 5 hour wait for the train (booked it lateish incase the plane was delayed - the plane was actually early and my train was an hour late). By the time I got on the train I started getting weird vision things and my nose kept bleeding. I still couldn't sleep. Not the most pleasant of journeys but after a quick taxi ride from Waverly I was back in good old Lutton Place.

I spoke to Pete for a bit, met the kitten, had a shower and then went to bed. I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow. Bliss.