I just wrote a whole long post about my trip to Jaipur, my initial thoughts about the place, some kids I met on the train, the fact that I am feeling a bit homesick today and missing all my friends and Dush.
But then the fucking computer crashed and I lost it all. I'm not sitting here for another hour while I try to piece it together again.
I think I was just getting to the bit about what I am reading. I read a pocket edition with excepts of Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra. That was fun. Also Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching. Nice. And a book of Mahatma Ghandi quotations which I picked up at the house he used to live in in Mumbai.
So far I have managed to avoid the one fucking book that is available everywhere and that every traveller is reading - The Da Vinci Code!
Anyway, gotta go. My hour is up.
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3 comments:
Miss you too fro-bro. Post-rock and other hyphenated music genres just aren't the same without you.
Will be twiddling 606 nobs and plucking at bottom F#s tonight in the Wall with various drugfaces. I'll dedicate a chord-sequence to you and your travels.
A x
p.s. Powercuts and computer-crashes were reponsible for 78% of my travelling tears. Strong winds were responsible for the rest.
hello old chap (is this a suitably colonial british greeting?) hope things have picked up since 'Poo' and you find yourself more reliably connected to this here worldwide web. i spoke with india today, courtesy of thetrainline.com and thought of you. had you considered that you may be remembered in such administrational routines? newcastle to reading for £22.50 though eh, you can't complain. although you probably could. especially for 1 beer in a karaoke bar. anyway i hope my thames valley travel plans have made you feel a whole lot better about yours. i see your reckless indian traffic and raise you 3-hour delays at birmingham new street. are you enjoying it more yet? i hope you are using your sketchbook to its limited potential. bought a guitar yet? a tabla? a haircut? look forward to hearing more from your continent, and, if that wasn't already assumed, i speak for hannah aswell as i know she tried to comment but her hands were too fat. you will also be pleased to hear we have done nothing to dispel the lesbian rumours by getting our very own flat in the byker wall. if you can't say you've lived in a wall then you haven't lived. (in a wall). stiff upper lip old boy lots of love pollyxx
Strong Wind. Running Mouth. Sitting Down. Talking Bollocks.
All names that we have called you for years Rory. There's a bit of the red indian in you, you see. That's the curry again.
Had to end on a bit of institutional racism, but it's fine. Some of my best friends eat curries.
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