I'm so tired I can't tell if that title will make any sense, but I'm too sleepy to care. I have been away, far away, in India. I will be writing about those travels soon, once I've finished Marco Polo's superior tales of those environs, as well as E.M. Forster's classic* novel of lust, class, race and betrayal, so I can cut and paste together something of reasonable literary merit.
A teaser: The most surprising thing about India? The mothballs. I'll explain later.
I've missed you all!
(Actually, this is a lie. I've read all but one of his novels to completion, save, The Longest Journey, which I'd never heard of before today. I love his work. Also, he was a complete tosser.)
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I vaguely remember that book. I don't remember being too impressed, but the Woman swears it's among the best.
Eh.
I'll take ya'lls words for it...
Mothballs? Did you not see the Elephants'?
Welcome back!
I figured you'd be most surprised by the shocking amounts of Imodium you go through there just to keep on an even keel. When I was over that-a-way in 2000, I was eating the stuff like popcorn.
I remember mothballs from India. But they paled in comparison to the pig toilets. Maybe those are gone now that India is call center for the world.
Well sis, I am dying to hear of your exploits. But if my math is correct, you were only in India for three weeks? It took me three weeks just to get out of Varanasi!
And welcome back to the wildfires
Gee, how bout a little heads up next time?
How exciting! I can't wait to read all about your adventures.
Just a little trip over to India, huh? And here I was worried sick about you.
Welcome back, K-Face.
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