January 2007
→ Exotica
(24th January 2007)
There is, I repeat, little of interest to be written about beach idylls, delightful though they are to experience in reality. But today some surprising things happened. Namely:I went to a beach that was even more of an idyll - more sand, fewer people, fewer shacks - and in the morning, emerging from the toilet block, nearly got brained by a coconut. I've never been ...
→ Goan
(22nd January 2007)
On the way to Delhi domestic airport to catch a much-longed for flight back to Goa, my taxi for a while drove alongside an elephant.
An elephant. In Delhi traffic, along with horns and scooters and three-wheelers and taxis and trucks and beggars and cows.
About twenty minutes later, my taxi for a while drove alongside a camel battalion. The camels were being ridden/driven by Indian soldiers who ...
(18th January 2007)
I have been in the mountains. The Himalayas are very beautiful and very bloody cold. Like the Japanese, the mountain-dwelling Indians do not to associate the concept of "freezing" with the concept of "heating." I arrived at my weirdly named Hunted Hill Hotel in Mcleod Ganj, just up the very steep road from the Dalai Lama's place, dumped my stuff and went off to a ...
(13th January 2007)
It may be obvious that India is alternately exquisite and excruciating. Exquisiteness and excruciatingness (see how I cleverly pick two adjectives that don't have nouns?) usually follow each other rapidly. They can both occur several times during the course of walking down a street, behind a cow or not. It takes very little to swing from one pole to the other. In Palolem in Goa, ...