Bollywood to Bagdogra

Siliguri was pretty depressing. After some quick internet time we decided to go get some food. Ended up in a sketchy road side place where the food was served cold. ABORT ABORT! We paid and left in search of somewhere a little more established. Going from the mountains and the cool weather, the beatiful landscapes and the fun times we had had with James, back to the hot and haggling desolate Siliguri was a bit of a mood killer. To pass the time and uplift our moods we decided to go see a Bollywood film, Badma$h Company. All in Hindi but like with most Bollywood films, pretty self explanatory. Funny and at least it brought up our spirits. Dinner at a place which was the indian equivalent with a fast food joint, complete with waiters in bow ties and hats.

After a long day and some major mood swings we decided to retire early to our hotel, 'New Dickyi's Hotel'. Should have known from the name that we should not have trusted it. Came back to the room to meet my worst nightmare. Cockaroaches. Yes, it was my worst nightmare come true. 5 hours later, with the power having gone out half way through our battle, 5 cockaroaches killed (all by me, daddy you would be proud), one would have walked in to find Ronit and I standing in the middle of the bed, with a sea of cockaroches dead on the floor, the bed moved to the middle of the room (away from all walls), windows closed and sheets covering the cracks to the doors. I was down to one shoe, all three others lying in corners where I had thrown them for the chance of a kill, with my tiny LED light flickering on and off as I was getting tired of holding the button down, Ronit cowering behind me, resigned to do this for the rest of the night. Thankfully around 1:00am I must have finished off the supply with a total of around 9 casualties. We went to sleep on guard for more, waking up randomly and flashing the light around the room afraid of what I would see. Needless to say it was NOT the best sleep I have had.

Flight to Delhi was fun with our mystery stop being in Gujurati. Finally in Delhi and ready to SHOP!!! Good sleep last night...thank god for no more cockaroaches. Oh and Daddy, do not get any ideas....this does not mean that I will be any more willing to kill cockaroaches when back at home. I will still call for you. This just means that, if forced, I will survive.