Friday, November 11

Technically I might have entered Saturday but I last went to bed on Thursday evening, I got up on Friday morning, and I have had a single extended day since then. I wrote in the morning. I attended a workshop at SISP in the afternoon. I hosted Leo and Sahan for teas and biscuits on the balcony while we watched the hardest rain I have seen in years turn the road into a river in less than an hour.

Just after midnight Udaya collected me and drove me to the airport where I breezed through as smoothly as I could have dreamed possible. I find myself in the relatively new Bird Lounge, waiting for my flight to Doha in two and a half hours. Until this opened Trivandrum airport has not had a proper lounge.

I plan to sleep on the plane and so I look to see what I can eat here. The young female chef tells me I can have an omlette. I ask if she has any other options and she says she could make a dosa. I don’t need to think before answering yes.

I have it with a salad and sambar.