I was inside for most of the day, as it was back to working and the Gentleman Friend was not feeling well at all. I am increasingly convinced that he did have at least the start, or a mild form, of high-altitude pulmonary oedema, which is often deadly. But he is not one to go to doctors so I suppose we’ll never know. In the afternoon we did make it out for a coffee and cake at a nearby cafe, but both were very inferior, matched only by how poor lunch was. We asked for a vegetable soup from the place we are staying and this turned out to be a massive bowl, enough for four, of instant noodles with added chillies and a few vegetables. For Rs 450 per head it felt like taking the piss. Today I shall go out for a proper lunch.
One of the people I worked closely with has abruptly left the organisation. Very odd.