This is for the lions living in the wiry, broke-down frames of my friends’ bodies / When the flood water comes it ain’t gonna be clear, it’s gonna look like mud / But I will help you swim, but I will help you swim, I’m gonna help you swim.
So go the opening lines to The Front Bottoms’ Twin Size Mattress. Continue reading “This is for the Lions”
I’m in Jaisalmer, the ‘golden city’, a city which rises out the sand like a fossil or a resurfaced time-capsule. And for the first time in a long time, I’ve found a place I can really relax. Continue reading “A Scotsman, a Dutchman, two Aussies, three Yanks and a Canadian walk into the desert”
I’ve got a draft blog post sitting here, which I may still post post-India, but which I no longer feel appropriate to post right now.
I was going to talk about the exhausting, invasive and (as I was arguing) justifiably money-hungry nature of India’s cities. However, I’ve now struck out further west into Rajasthan, and as I go I find – even if only inch by inch – less and less to complain about; less and less which stirs up my anxiety.
The algorithm is simple: the smaller the town, the friendlier the people, the more relaxed your surroundings. Continue reading “These towns, becoming like dem ghost towns”
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking:
This guy’s setting the bar pretty damn high with these post titles. How’s he going to keep this up?
What can I say? I’m sort of a creative wünderkind.
This post, as you’ll can tell, is about my two favourite things about India (so far) – the people and the food.
There are few cities as big and bustling and diverse as Mumbai in which you can feel genuinely safe. At first I found the relentlessness of the staring and the chatting somewhat alien and invasive. But then I met Aditya. Continue reading “Making pals and eating Daals”
Sticking with the Hobbit theme for a minute here: remember that chapter where Bilbo finally escapes the dark, twisting mountain tunnels, only to walk head-first into a battle with Orcs and Wolves and Eagles? Yeah? Welcome to Mumbai. Continue reading “Out of the frying pan, into the fire”
Cal Bannerman 