Bardo

So, the time has come for mother to depart.

After just short of two weeks of acclimatisation, she cello'd England.

Oh well, she seemed to enjoy the trip and I hear is safely back home.

Phew.

So, back to the grindstone of the India tourist existence.

Reading. That will do for now. About death. Nice one.

Another trip is planned for Triund. For those who have examined my online photo collection - it is the place with the really up close views of the white peaks.

Ok, I couldn't be further from a mood to write just now so I will do what I intended and let you know that pictures from Effie's camera are on my online photo doodaa. And as my mother is a keen photographer (and because she is my mother), about four thousand pictures of me will be ready to publish soon too.

So, the world cup began and I forgot about it. And then it continues and I will be up a mountain. And then it will get truly underway and I will be crossed-legged, back-broken and fully meditative. And then it will be drawing to a close and I will have probably lost all will to watch football (let alone speak) and desperately trying to make the most of India before I leave it...

So, ta ra...