Not that we have been there, you understand. We are far too intrepid for that...
I am writing this from an internet cafe in Ernakulam. Each computer is in a separate cubicle which is rather peculiar and is putting me off my flow a bit. Also I only have fifteen minutes before we get chucked out so here goes.
We left the beach this morning and successfully managed to get on a train. I don't think we have ever felt a greater sense of achievement. Degree schmee, boarding that train in (almost) the correct compartment was our biggest accomplishment to date. Joe made a friend on the train. He was called Thomas and carried a shoehorn in his shirt pocket because you never know when that might come in handy.
We are staying in a total fleapit tonight and getting royally ripped off for the privilege but at least there is a TV and clean(ish) sheets. Tomorrow morning we are flying to Delhi which is totally terrifying considering we haven't even mastered the art of crossing the road. People who have been to both cities keep telling us that Mumbai is a breeze compared to Delhi. Not wholly reassuring. Our plan is to go to the Red Fort and eat at the restaurant made famous by Gordon Ramsay. Slightly more likely itinerary will be hiding in the hotel and sending one of the waiters to buy us cigarettes.
The other big news is that in my infinite wisdom I persuaded Joe it was a good idea to leave our towels behind at our last guesthouse. The upshot is we will now be drying ourselves on what look like PLO scarves. Apparently that is what passes for absorbency in Kerala.
I need to go now before the internet woman murders me but will write at length in the next few days.
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I am writing this from an internet cafe in Ernakulam. Each computer is in a separate cubicle which is rather peculiar and is putting me off my flow a bit. Also I only have fifteen minutes before we get chucked out so here goes.
We left the beach this morning and successfully managed to get on a train. I don't think we have ever felt a greater sense of achievement. Degree schmee, boarding that train in (almost) the correct compartment was our biggest accomplishment to date. Joe made a friend on the train. He was called Thomas and carried a shoehorn in his shirt pocket because you never know when that might come in handy.
We are staying in a total fleapit tonight and getting royally ripped off for the privilege but at least there is a TV and clean(ish) sheets. Tomorrow morning we are flying to Delhi which is totally terrifying considering we haven't even mastered the art of crossing the road. People who have been to both cities keep telling us that Mumbai is a breeze compared to Delhi. Not wholly reassuring. Our plan is to go to the Red Fort and eat at the restaurant made famous by Gordon Ramsay. Slightly more likely itinerary will be hiding in the hotel and sending one of the waiters to buy us cigarettes.
The other big news is that in my infinite wisdom I persuaded Joe it was a good idea to leave our towels behind at our last guesthouse. The upshot is we will now be drying ourselves on what look like PLO scarves. Apparently that is what passes for absorbency in Kerala.
I need to go now before the internet woman murders me but will write at length in the next few days.
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Well done on the train! Degrees don't mean much in some situations - I remember an occasion when three men (one of whom is closely related to you) with multiple degrees had enormous difficulty putting together a wardrobe. We also have Pizza Hut in Cornwall, but I don't go there either. I prefer real food.
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