In which Joshan fought the ceiling fan and the ceiling fan won.

The Bowel Diary has taken a turn for the better, largely due to large numbers of mangoes and kiwis being purchased by Nika. She now has a small monopoly on fruit sales in and around the Smyle Inn, New Delhi - though general agreement over the status of 'antioxidants as A Thing' has yet to be agreed by the group.

This morning's theatre session was preceded by 'Yoga with Nika' for the RTP Team. A wise man once observed that yoga is the most violent of the meditations, and today he was proved right. For, as Joshan stretched up to the Indian sun of his homeland, his reverie was brutally cut short by a ceiling fan. As was his finger. Almost. Joshan 'liability' Chana: 0, Ceiling Fan: 1.

So - after confirming to the teachers that we are in fact insane by presenting them first thing with a bleeding Joshan and then asking to play games with their children, much Mime followed. Really great to see confidence levels and general willingness to participate/show-off increase - some of the highlights included an extended mime mocking Luke's (lack of) moustache, Alice bringing ballet to India (and being taught some moves in return) and a Charlie Chaplin-esque slipping over one's own discarded banana skin.

Bert and Ernie, and the look of love...

Other highlights have included:
- Seeing our first heavy monsoon rain
- Holly and Becca buying out a good half of an Indian Supermarket in order to binge on All of the Biscuits
- Ryan being headbutted by a fairly self-absorbed cow
- Alice resorting to passive aggressive facebook messages as a way of getting Hannah to 'please move her toiletry bags off the top of the loo'
- The fact that 'Delhi Police' have their own jingle (seriously - youtube it or something. It's great.)
-Girls on tour to Jantar Mantar for much bantar. This included seeing a group of girls who looked way more gap yah than us and hating them on sight.

That's all for now, folks. See y'all tomorrah x