Guest writing. Part 1
My best friend in the world, Keith, who I've known now for 28 years is emigrating to Australia. As we speak Keith and his wife are travelling across India as part of their adventure "en route" to the land down under. He's been sending me emails detailing his journey so far and pictures for me to post for his family and friends. Now Keith and I wrote comedy and drama skits together years ago and his writing entertains me enourmously, so I asked him if I can post excerpts here. he didn't mind at all so here is Keith's travels part1.Hi All,We are still alive (which in India is a blessing).We arrived safely, unlike our car which arrived 2 hrs later.Thankfully we met a nice Indian Guy called Paveen from one of the bighotels who got on his mobile and kicked ass for us.The place is truly crazy and Incredible. We have seen the Taj Mahal,monkeys, camels and lots of cows. The Indians have a unique approachto hygiene, urinating in public is quite acceptable and cleaning yourteeth appears to mean spitting in the street also. That said thevariety of colours and smells is incredible. From the dirty street(which often smells worse than shit) To the incredibly complexcoloured saris and the sweet smell of incense, you experience it allwithin 20 paces and it is often truly mind blowing.Pictures cannot do justice to the taj, but we have taken some and hopeto send them soon.We are very safe, the people are lovely (except in Delhi where it tookus 5 hrs to arrange train tickets due to touts and scammers. We wereto shrewd to be ripped off but did spend a day being ferried from onebent tourist office to the next before finally finding the real thing.Now we know how it all works we are finding it a lot easier.I think i need to brush up on my cricket as its the main topic ofconversation and everyone we meet seems to think we are from London.We passed a big wheel on the train yesterday to which Saara exclaimed- Its like the London eye yes. Same (see Wendy & John forexplanation).On a more poignant note, life is very cheap here. Whilst travellingon the train we actually ran someone over and killed them (we didn’tsee the body thankfully). This meant a slight delay but moreremarkably all that happened was the guards got off stood around andsmoked for 5 mins then got on and off we went. It kinda brings homehow worthless the lower classes are perceived here.Anyway We need to sign off as we have a lot to do today beforecatching the night train to Varanasi (India’s most Holy city of Lifeand Death (we are hoping to experience the former)).We are both on the Delhi diet, This consists of toast in the morningand water....with the occasional evening curry if you haven’t beengrossed out by the half a hoof cow or gammy legged dog.Anyway gotta go. Missing you all and hope to speak to you soon.Love and Hugs to our familiesDismissive waves to our friends
Smelly Dehli. Now coming awake here is an even better treat. Canada jams its cold hand down Chicago's shorts while I get to visit (edible?) cow and dog, with Sir Keith at the hot helm. Delicious!
Presumably Keith will read these comments, allowing me to say to him, "Yo Keef!" Fascinating article and great photos too. Going for yet another record, Mad?
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