Tentative Transit

It's a bank holiday and market day here in Ella.  Neither of us are feeling all that festive however, what with being blessed with a touch of the travelers.   It is nothing serious but it does make being away from a nice guesthouse room a bit of a dare.   It is almost inevitable that a some point on a third world journey ones stomach is going to rebel at something.  It could be a dirty cup or plate, that wrong choice for a juice shack or simply bad luck.  So today we are paying our dues and thanks that the price is not high. 

Pancakes with curd and honey.  A nice bland brekkie with black tea.  No sense adding another shock to the system. 

The huge Main Street of Ella.  We will walk this one more time on our way to the train station. 

The Passara road that leads up to our little guesthouse.   

So we are off for another train ride, walking a bit slower today. By tomorrow weshould be right as rain and heading for Worlds End.