A good sleep had meant that Bobby’s irritating cough was beginning to reduce.
We were only a few kilometres south of the village called Surkhi.
There would be no point bypassing the town so we walked through the old, narrow and bumpy high street to the centre of town.
This time Bobby was even more happy to talk as some ladies had arrived and he ensured they had a space a the front to sit and listen.
I had already been liaising with Saksham’s Sagar representative, Dr Anup Sahu and had arranged our night’s stay and a hospital check-up.
He met us on the outskirts of town with a reporter from Bansal News and was interviewed right there on the roadside.
Bobby carried on as far as he could until he was advised that the roads would be too busy to proceed to the stay location so we followed a car which directed us first to a hospital that had been arranged for the x-ray and check-up.
The orthopaedic surgeon told Bobby the news I had heard many times before. He was straining his feet and was not giving them enough time to rest after injury. He suggested that Bobby needed to rest for at least 8 weeks.
He also gave tablets to increase his bone health along with other medicine for the pain.
We sat in the car and were told that the bus would follow s we drove through the extremely busy town and down a narrow lane that led to the guest house.
This was in a beautiful location on the edge of the lake in the middle of Sagar.
Unfortunately they were unable to give us a ground floor room as I had requested and I already knew that two flights of stairs would be a problem for Bobby over the weekend stay.
Another problem was that the bus had to park nearly half a kilometre away and this would pose further problems with the movement of our items. Especially since we used to unload only a portion of our items and would normally return multiple times for items we had forgotten or did not need straight away.
This was especially true of my electronics which were numerous and bulky.
We stayed in the room and Dr Anup Sahu very graciously brought over some home cooked food for our dinner while he checked the availability of other rooms.
Unfortunately his family had a wedding to go to and it was the busiest wedding weekend in that town. Despite this, Dr Sahu tried every suitable hotel but was unable to find a room for the next two nights.
I made a decision to return to Walkmobile to sleep as we had not yet unloaded anything. We would then find a petrol pump closer to our exit route and drive there after breakfast the next morning.
Dr Sahu was very apologetic but we knew it was not his fault.
The bus was also parked by the side of the lake but on the busy main road. Mosquitoes and the sounds of vehicle horns filled the air. Every so often, wedding procession would pass slowly by with the ‘Band Baja’ playing a mix of Bollywood hits … usually out of tune.
This would normally have been annoying but it was strangely soothing tonight.
I de-bugged the Walkmobile as best I could and we settled down for the night.
I went to sleep dreaming of a ‘Band Baja’ at the Proms.