How is this my life? (II)

I told y’all that China post wouldn’t be a one off. 

Welcome, friends, to the rib-tickling, rip-roaring, raunchy (really? no, probably not), rambunctious, raw and ridiculous second installment of How is this my life? which offers zero advice to fellow travellers, asking instead the important questions like: What am I doing here? Did that seriously just happen? and, of course, How the fuck is this my life? Continue reading “How is this my life? (II)”

How is this my life? (I)

Before I even start writing this I know it’s not a one-off. This is going to have to be some sort of series, each ending with a soap opera-esque:

What more’s in store for this intrepid traveller? Find out next time in How is this my life?

I know this because every day, every day there is something which stops me in my mental tracks and has me asking myself, honestly, how the fuck is this my life?! Continue reading “How is this my life? (I)”

Making pals and eating Daals

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”

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