Blow it all...

Darn it and blow it all: it takes too much time just chillin' and pottering about on a Bullet to be spending any unneccessary time on these blasted computers!

What a silly idea this journal was. You can all all hear about it and see the pics when we get home. We'll try not to gloat too much, promise :-D

Until then, I have only this to say: masala dosa, rava dosa, special dosa, yum yum yum, thali, thali, yummy yum, put-put-Bullet, put-put-Bullet, put-put-Bullet --- breathe, and reee-lax. You do this one thing: what is your good name Sir? Mileage? Mileage? Lighty lighty! You are from? Your country? Dust, dust, cough-cough-spittle. Chia-chai, masala chai, veg, veg, dibble and grub. Squirty-squirt, poo-ey-poo poo. Meeels, meeeeels! Rice-a, rice-a, idly, idly, oo-oo-oo-oooothapam-a-go-go. And the waves come rolling in as they have always done and always will do; and the red red sun sets over the distant mountains as it always has done and always will do - at least, that is since Shiva or Krishna or someone puked-up the sea and the mountains and the sun, or however it all happened in the first place, I can't quite remember that bit of the Maharabatta very well: only those arrows flying endlessly through the sky at the enemy's camp, in the cartoon from my childhood. And the lonely moon keeps quiet vigil over the little little world while the red red sun goes to bed-beddy byes. And if anyone gets that little monologue entirely, I suggest you seek medical help immediately, for you are sick, my friend, oh yes... Meanwhile, I prefer to pay no mind to what it says about me, for I am immersed in it. But what does it all mean? Well, for goodness sake, don't ask me - I'm on holiday!

C U soon. x x