... I am amazed by the colours, paces, beauty and diversity of this city.
... I will see/ hear/ smell/ feel/ taste something completely novel to me.
... I know how lucky I am.
... I will see/ hear/ smell/ feel/ taste something completely novel to me.
... I know how lucky I am.
There was an odd feeling in the house when we came back last night. It can't have been because we were very late as it was before 10. We hadn't missed any phone calls and we had called ahead to say that we would be eating with them. I can only assume that they still think we should be enjoying their company inside the house every waking hour that we can, despite the clear difference in our personalities that the trip to the Punjab made apparent. Either that or they'd been bitching about us all night and when we arrived they realised they had to stop their sport.
I didn't do much to ruin the evening though. We had seen Vikram Seth at Spring Fever and he had 'turned us to five year olds' by reading from his Beastly Tales. I felt a similarity in his writing to Roald Dahl and his voice really put me at ease.
I didn't do much to ruin the evening though. We had seen Vikram Seth at Spring Fever and he had 'turned us to five year olds' by reading from his Beastly Tales. I felt a similarity in his writing to Roald Dahl and his voice really put me at ease.
Izzy turned up in the afternoon, proud, as she had found a mosquito net for Goa and I forced her to walk a little more and accompany me to McDonald's so that I could use the WiFi there. Unfortunately, you have to buy something to use it, so we bought soft serves and aloo tikki burgers. The latter cost 28 rs (that's less than 40p) and are far nicer than the veggie burgers. I got to update the blog with my Punjab adventures and I feel cleansed of them.
These photos are my sights from this morning on the way to the metro from where I am writing this post.
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