Tata India
Thursday, January 5th, 2006Rupert writes
A NOTE ON THIS WRITE-UP: So as not to throw your mind into a hurricane of confusion, thrashing madly like a dog chained to the blades of helicopter, eating at the links in desperation, until finally machine wins over living blood, I’ve simplified this gloriously long write-up by splitting each section (or place visited, as the case not just maybe, but is) into pages. At the bottom of the page you will note, with simple observation -I’ll trust you have, or else not worthy to continue- page numbers for your wildly dancing cursor to be calmed and pointed at for one smooth left-click to finish the job.
Of course we’re going to tell you all about India; that you could believe otherwise is like a camel riding over me whilst I sleep sound in the cool desert. Buried and winded I cry out for help, but nothing is heard through the blasting wind… slowly I sink into the endless sea of dunes. We hold for a moment on a desertlet dune. Then my hand reaches out in one last thrust and – Oh! The irony! – a close-up of my fingers releasing the write-up; the write-up of India I was delivering to you as you struck me down with your savage, merciless distrust.
(P.S – Unashamedly stolen and adapted from a Mil Millington email. I hoping if I give him all the praise – and I do – he wont come hunting for me)
Darjeeling
Laura writes
The stunning view from the roof-top terrace of Hotel Aliment
After eating what appeared to be a reasonably nice vegetable curry in a cafe just outside the New Jalpalguri Train Station we decided we were now ready to get the four hour jeep to Darjeeling.
“I’ll just pop to the toilet before we leave” I said, and made my way to the back of the restaurant, where I was confronted with a bleak looking wall with a run down door-way appearing from it. Unfortunately I decided to look inside. Big mistake. It was the kitchen. Certainly not quite the hygiene I was hoping for.
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Monkey