Getting stuck in a toilet, and the Road of Death
The paddle boat was 80 years old. It had been inaugurated by King George V, that’s how old it was. The rooms were odd little old-fashioned cabins with all the original fittings, plus a TV that someone had thoughtfully bolted to the wall. I tried it. It only had one channel- Bangla Bollywood with screeching vocals. It only had one volume too- Earpiercingly Loud. I didn’t try it again. The boat began to meander its way down the river, while we sipped tea and ate muffins. We sat and chatted with some friendly Germans, two of only a few tourists here in this strange neck of the woods. The sunset was incredible over the docks as we left. It was all very nice. River dolphins frolicked about in the water, leaping out completely occasionally just when I was looking the other way, causing everyone else on the boat to sigh appreciatively and me to mutter profanities. Adam got locked in the toilet almost immediately It was very amusing, but then I was on the outsid...