Evening all,
I have arrived safely for those that were worrying about that plane that crashed in the Himalayas a few days back (Edit: In retrospect, this is probably not the most tasteful of sentences. It's like sticking your thumb up a crocodiles bum and seeing what he will do. Pls Ignore.). Its been a relatively eventful few days. That thing I was on about earlier with the travel shock hitting me, apart from semi regurgitating my non-existent breakfast, I must say I have taken it in my stride so far. Ok, so I met up with the Intrepid group on my second day, but Delhi is a city that stops for no-one, and ever since I stepped off the plane, I have felt like a walking bulls eye, with people saying “Arigato” to me at every corner of Connaught Place (sic).
Nothing massive of note, as I am sure the formalities of what I have eaten and seen will interest you as much as Paint watching varnish dry. Those who are interested though should note that a McMaharaj Burger is as deeply repugnant and as deeply unfulfilling as the Big Mac et al at home (The chicken patties are Orange FFS). The Thali’s however have been magnificent.
True to the name of my blog, Michael’s Small World, I was having a coffee when an Irish Traveller by the name of Finn (Female, and not of the Gypsy variety) stoked up convo. Small worlds collided, as she has been moving across India for the past 5 weeks, having taken a 7 week break from work, in guess where? Sweet Lord, she only works at Brent Council, social services on the High Road. Whatajoke… I pissed my pants. Arranged to meet her in the evening for drinks at nine. When I showed up, I waited for 40 minutes (with paranoid delusions that her and her buff Swiss boyfriend were going to mug me for the 10,00 Rupees I had just changed), then left. The next morning I knew why. I was late for my group meeting as it turned out that I had been living in India half an hour behind everyone else. Its 5.5hrs forward, not 5. If on the off chance that you’re reading this, Finn (someone from brent track her down, will you?), “Ha! You didn’t get the chance to Mug me!” ;o)
If you’re still reading this, I have been to the following places: Raj Ghat (MG’s resting place), A Sikh temple, a spice market, a carpet factory, Red Fort (Agra) and the Taj Majal (in Agra, not Ealing). Its pretty cool, in a paradoxical “I built this for my favorite wife, but ended up in prison afterwards for my efforts” kind of way. And it’s bloody massive. Been snapping away like mad.
Anyways, tootle-pip. Down to Orcha 2moro followed by a river boat tour down the Ganges.
Michael x
ps- England Are Cack...0-0, WFT???
