It’s late and I can feel the soporific stodge of chapattis and the guilty warmth of red wine swilling around my stomach (we’re just back from a leaving do). Bed is looking veeery comfortable right now.
I had big intentions to write up today’s shala conference notes and perhaps provide a few gems from the advanced experiential anatomy course I’m currently on. However, this clearly isn’t going to happen – these days one third of a glass of wine is enough to cease coordination in my fingers…
So instead, I will fall back on this cache of weird and wonderful signs that I’ve noticed and photographed during my time here. Enjoy… Zzzzzzz… 🙂
Again, just a bizarre sign for the loo.
Bit faint, but it clearly says that you can take your elephant on the train for 60 quid.
One word: futile.