Tumbling in Guwahati

On my second night in Guwahati after supper at a very dimly lit air conditioned restaurant about half on  mile from Baruah Bhavan I was picking my way home along the unusual pavements that have metal hooks embedded in them (pic below) . 

My phone tinkled and it was Monika sending me a friendly greeting. Excited to hear from her, I kept on chatting and praising the virtues of Guwahati, until... Bang. I tripped on the treacherous pavement and fell flat on my face. phone and glasses went flying cheekbone and elbow grazed and a small rip on my trousers.

After getting back on my feet, discretion and safety dictated it would be better to continue the call when I was back in my room. 20 minutes later the lovely caretaker H C Khalita saw straight away I'd had a tumble.

My glasses took the brunt of the fall and were somewhat bent. He did an excellent job squeezing them back in shape even if they are now slightly mis-aligned. My scuffs were minor but my bruised ego was major. I was an idiot to try and chat on the phone at night on a poorly lit hazard ridden road and walk at the same time.

Another hard  Indian lesson. Perhaps my little Ganesha pendant brought me travellers luck by ensuring I wasn't hurt more than I should have been, but just enough to warn me not to be cocky.