Breakfast with Finn. Yummy French bread and butter. Sometimes the plain stuff you've missed is just delightful. Over the last couple of days, I've developed a sore left buttock, with twinges of pain across the lower back. Tessa has convinced me to go for a massage. I'm not totally convinced. I've never had a massage outside physiotherapy treatment, but go along with her superior wisdom and knowledge.
Damn, massages hurt. He found every sore point on my back, and pummels it. When it's finished, I feel more sore, in more places, than before he started.....and I have to pay him. Tessa promises it will feel better later on, and the therapist says i should come back again later today, tomorrow, and the next day. I don't think so. Decision is made. Tessa is going to stay in Old Manali a few more days, and play a few gigs with some of the musos, before heading to Dharamsala in a week or so, before flying out of Delhi to Seattle. I'm cycling out tomorrow, heading to Delhi, ( to escape repeated massage therapies) I fly to Biskek in eight days.