I'm in India. You can tell that due to my early colonisation of the country.
In the temple that we just visited, the tour guide casually mentioned - in every single room - how 'this item would be here, but the British stole it and it is now in their museums'. The Cooper tap is my personal attempt at building bridges.
It would be simple to blog about the differences in traffic, roads, infrastructure, but access any lonely planet website and they will tell you every stereotype necessary. If I did, it would be lazy blog-journalism (blurnalism?) on my part. So instead I'll just show you a funny picture of an Alice in Wonderland nightmare and a non-hotel hotel (like a hotel, but different, I'd imagine).
Stories of my own escapades have previously populated the blog and so managing to stay in the wrong hotel on my very first night in India is a pretty spectacular way to start. Rumours that I did it purely for the story are strenuously denied.
Suffice to say that I maintain that it wasn't my fault. I blame John Flowers from STA Travel in Russell Square. If anyone passes by STA Travel in Russell Square and fancies casually abusing a travel agent (we all get that urge from time to time), he's the one with the unmissable, unmistakeable bumfluff. Although I'm not sure that narrows it down amongst STA staff.
I'm aware that no one really wants the descriptions of the minutiae of my trip - minor details like where I've been and what I've seen. I could tell you of the elephants I saw on the wildlife safari, the magnificent temples and palaces, the wonderfully hospitable people, the tea plantations etc etc etc. But I know my target audience. You just want cheap childish laughs. And that is what I hope to deliver over the duration of the blog. Along with some other acerbic wit, intelligent and humorous thoughts and feelings on my trip. But mainly cheap laughs.
1 comment:
Gay jokes are still funny.
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