Yeah I don't know what was going on there. I tried to copy and paste the icon, then I got distracted, then I forgot, then I left the internet shop. Then I've just fallen in love with a Polish girl over a thali. Well, not love exactly, I just fancied her a bit. Great eyes and smile, though I'm not sure she had back dimples like the Brazilian. I'm back online briefly now though, I'm just checking what documents I need for the Chinese visa I'm going back to Delhi to apply for tomorrow. Yup, despite travelling north to Rishikesh I'm now going from where I just came to sort something out I should have done while I was there. Like an idiot I've only just figured out it would be wise to make sure I can get a Chinese visa before we begin the lengthy and costly exercise of getting Dot one. I know she's a brave old girl and all, but China, alone, I don't even think old Dorothy's ready for that. But for now, so that she doesn't suffer my mistake, she's waiting here while I take the bus with the back fat and bingo wings the local women wear. I heard it's a real experience so I'm off in the morning to the bus shop to find the swiftest vessel to Delhi. Hopefully I'll be reunited with Dot in a few days and we can both sing merrily that at least one of us has our order in for Peking Duck. Wait. News just in. A different agency has just confirmed they can get Dot in for a seven day Chinese trip on the 28th July. And for less money than the other wanted for three days. Then it's decided. We'll both have the duck and be there not many days after we cross to Pakistan on the 26th. I've been thinking about chancing it, just turning up at the Chinese border and hoping they go easy on Dot and me, letting us through without all this flim-flam about guides and what not. But Pakistan... do I really want to be stuck there waiting, or even worse, turned away at the border with a ride back down the KKH giving the gunmen who missed me first time round chance to hit me with another shot? No, not really, as wild as that adventure sounds.