I set off to collect the bike. Uber won't respond so a helpful local shows me the bus to take. The gps let's me follow exactly where to get off. Lunch with my man, dahl and something like chole but with beans. The ride back is uneventful. At the whiskey booth a man wants to chat. He's from Punjab and has a brother in Melbourne who isn't picking up the phone. I have to say I'm going now about 5 times.
After dropping the bike, I have a second lunch of everyone's leftovers at the 1873 Cafe.
The evening we have a formal dinner and dancing. Sona's niece shows us the moves. Have to admit I love Indian music when it's got the powerful back beat.
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