When we land and get our first lungfull of Indian air, it feels to us both like we had never left. We expect a crowd of taxi drivers to approach us, but none do and we drift about in the heat.
Our first dinner is at Leopolds, a restaurant that we ate at together last time we were here - not much has changed in there, it remains a busy mix of travellers and students. It serves kingfisher beer and has a menu that takes about half an hour to read.
Our first dinner is at Leopolds, a restaurant that we ate at together last time we were here - not much has changed in there, it remains a busy mix of travellers and students. It serves kingfisher beer and has a menu that takes about half an hour to read.
The night is interrupted by vivid dreams. We have not done much today, but watch some cricket. Though tired, we are both extremely happy.
7 comments:
Wonderful to see this; thank you, lovely girls! I have forwarded the address link to a pile of people.
Your Grand-dad Tullett would have been proud and impressed about the cricket!
Would you like to explain the blog title, by the way?
Thankyou for the first post - first of many, I hope. Savour it, savour it!
xxxxx Daddy
What does "ek jaisa alag" mean? (Don't tell me; I'll see if I can find out.) I have bookmarked your new blog and shall look out for it regularly. Good luck!
Hello lovely sissss's. Thanks for your message the other day- I could here the sounds of Bombay in the background. Strange to imagine you there again, been thinking how it must feel what a trip etc!! On the night of your flight I couldn't sleep well and had weird dreams too. Woke up about the time you would be touching down and the boat was bumping against the bank.
Meanwhile back in ice giant country, me and Carl have a new pet caterpillar! Called Bethan (no offence Rhiannon, it's only cause I found it on something Bethan left here). Love you dearests....as ever,
same, same, but different ;-)
xx
Yes, OK, very good! Daddy has worked out the riddle of your blog title - very appropriate! ... No (more) clues, Ali!
I remember eating their with you...such wonderful memories...
can feel India with every word you write
Justin xxxxxx
How beautifully you write. Nannie Wales and I savoured every word like a fine wine(that's in my case anyway). We really got a sense of what it must be like to be in India. We're also intrigued by the blog title and I can't work it out. Will someone please put me out of my agony? love to you both, take care.Tricia and Nannie Wales xx
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