The Americans have a mule train heading to the Keralan coast. It leaves in the morning, its mission is to collect their most recent shipment of food and supplies, (more bahgurs one would suppose?) I have negotiated carefully and in exchange for some jars of of my highly regarded moustache wax, (the yanks being no stranger to an esteemed growth) I have secured safe passage for our marooned expedition. Hurrah! C.F.