I previously had a post and some words about my time in Austria and the visit to the top of Mt. Hafelekar, but rummaging through my books i found this bunch of words and I felt obliged to throw it up here. Read it maybe, or just look at my right foot (it’s the good one). click here for….do you really need a reason?
I rarely mess with photographs to unrealistic levels, almost never in fact. But tiring of the constant bluey …..click here to find out what blueyness irks me, also a gif!
I’m not very Indian. My passport has three tigers (or a three headed tiger, i can’t remember) on it, i have a tolerance (if not penchant) for spicy food, my skin is fairly tan, and when i sweat there might be a faint scent of curry; but i’m not very Indian (though to be fair, i’m not very anything) . ……click here for more disassociating ramblings and then a bunch of pictures to help take your mind off it
Lines. Everywhere in India, you find lines. Sit within it and it seems like the chaotic rush of a tidal wave, but should you be able to pull away enough, and look back upon it, there is an unspoken harmony that operates within borders; lines. click here for a few more lines on…..lines i guess. Also pictures of lines!
The heavy heat of mid April Goa only served to make the blend of airs even more of a burden for an alien me. The slow rot of the produce market beside me; the exhaust fumes of the army of poorly maintained bikes and cars flowing all around; and of course the delightful scent wafting over from fish mongering women down the road. Wading through the melange, i could only avoid so many ‘cool bar’ signs before stopping for my 3rd sip before noon.
click here to join me for a drink, and much observing
We’re getting our second wind of winter in Dubai now, and suffice to say it’s bloomin gorgrous. Clouds, cold and…..well that might be it but …..click here to see pictures, i thought that was obvious