Right now I am sitting on the balcony of my parents’ apartment. Dad has just carried inside one of two boxes that each contain 16 king brown bottles filled with home brew. I helped him cap some of them earlier this evening. Floating through the air is the noise of shouting coming from Wellington Square, a usual occurrence. The night is dead still and overbearingly warm. I have just finished doing the dishes after enjoying a pork steak and vegetable dinner. My head still hurts, though a little less so than yesterday, probably because disgusting amounts of phlegm came out of it through the day. I have just realised I never left the house once. As well as tending to more diary entries and photos, I contacted Hitesh in India, whose family is currently looking after my bicycle and gear. All is going well over there, so there will be no problem returning to pick up my bike. Once this diary entry is done, I’ll be free to laze on the couch for a little before heading to bed for an early night to give my body the rest it needs to conquer whatever has recently invaded my body.
|Distance ridden today||0km|
|Total distance ridden||17,908km|