The sun came out and enhanced the fragrance of the streets but that didn't stop us from traffic dodging the Kamikaze tuk tuks and seeking out lunch. Mixed with the locals in the market and managed to sample the culinary delights of the sub-continent.
BMT Footlong. Done.
Someone kindly pointed out to me that the Jeremy Paxman birds, that haunt my every step, are actually Corvus splendens - or House Crow. I've mailed the Royal Ornithological society to advise them of the name change but they have remained, as yet, silent. I think you'll agree I have a good point...
Paul is off to Delhi on Sunday - on Kingfisher Airways. Apparently the guy that makes the arse-stinging beer also has a fleet of planes (true). When the cabin crew wander about asking if anyone would like Chicken or Lamb I believe it's as a passenger rather than a meal. Good Luck Paul. Don't ask for the Vegetarian. Ugly, hymn singing buggers...
Missing everyone. Libby has two loose teeth so i'm hoping to get back before she starts to look like Plug from the Bash Street Kids.
Hope all is well.
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we are anxiously awaiting the next part of your story.
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