Because variety is the spice of life, and I miss the spice of Indian food, I decided to do something different with my blog for a change. Something a bit more intimate, and something which hopefully might give you a new kind of insight into travelling. I dunno, but fuck it. Instead of the usual gig, here I have copied word for word (complete with all the terrible grammar and overuse of the word ‘wonderful’) the latest entry in my journal. Continue reading “Names”
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 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”