Feeling Rocky

Not sure whether the virus I have now originated in Bangladesh, the airplane (most likely culprit) or right here at home, but whatever the source, it has laid me low. I have a pile of work to do and lack the stomach (literally) to attack it.

Instead, I'm forced to bed, hoping to avoid yesterday's fogginess but not quite sure that I can.

To help the time pass, I'll remember some of the sights I've just seen. Fantastical images of a world that already seems a million miles away:

A rainbow at the end of our boat trip through the Sunderbans.

Jute drying in the sun. 

A magical garden of hanging plants.