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We started the day with the usual breakfast at Kam's house (the egg station is officially the bestest thing in the whole wide world) before a heap of us headed off into town for some shopping.

We were dropped off at Garuda Mall where Ewan, Ben and myself procedded to buy lots of presents for people back home, had some lunch (Subway is as expensive in India as it is in the UK) and then started the exciting walk to the pickup point at the Taj Residence (the hotel the Hindu wedding was at). This was a fun adventure involving lots of road crossing (something I was better at since our last shopping trip) and a little bit of getting lost (and subsuqently a litte worried as we didn't have the phone numbers of anyone else on the bus) but then finding a handy traffic police man to tell us that the hotel was just across the road.

We returned our various hotels to freshen up (and get our suit/kilt/dress on) before convening at the Vohra residence to begin the 2 1/2 hour journey to the reception venue. When we finally got there the place was beautiful. Some chat, some cake cutting, some speeches, some drink, some food and finally some dancing. The folks in kilts demonstrated strip the willow in a kind of weird response to our failure in the dance off. Then most people departed and it was mostly left to the fruity westeners to tear up the dance floor. Soon bored of the Indian music, various laptops and iPods were thrust onto the poor DJ and the rest of the night was dedicated to cheesy 70s and 80s hits. I did some YMCA and Billy Jean but at this point I had gained a rather annoying cold and wasn't that up for dancing so that was about it. Sean was there again with lichicolas on hand which was great. It then started pissing it down monsoon style so we had an improptu strip the willow with lots of people, consumed the bars supply of single malt whiskeys and then we went home.