I was woken early and had breakfast with the guru. We had some spicy Rice Kris pies and a spicy biscuit with some really sweet, milky tea. Not the way I normally like it, but I drank it anyway as I didn’t want to offend him. I suppose that is my heart telling me how to act instead of my head again. My ass may get involved later though.

An Idiot Abroad: The Travel Diaries of Karl Pilkington