Yuck!

Just when I thought India couldn't get any more disgusting, a bird shit on me! I guess I should be thankful that it got my shoulder and not my head. Then I had to sit at the rail station, smelling urine, with bird shit on my shoulder, until my train arrived. And of course it was late. Note to self: this is why you should always be a good Irish girl and travel with a flask...
Excuse me while I go bathe in Purell.