I guess it’s about time (after a week or 7 or so) to tell a little bit about what the heck I’m doing in the laaaand of the Kama Sutra.
Well nothing of the sort just plain old boring stuff like getting chased and grobed by several Tamilian man on scooters way faster then mine. (Mind you 2 ‘o clock in the evening really isn’t the best time to go the beach). Getting bitten by a cat with a funny looking anus. (I say funny but that anus really freaked the jeebies out of me). Being busy with the obscure art of renting my body as a retirement home for old and deranged mosquito’s. (Not sure what kind of payment I get but let me get back on that)
Having experienced a cockroach springbreak celebration… in my pants. (Cockroaches and losing Lallopallo’s adoration are the only two things in life that make me howl, weep and scream in the evening, you might have heard me).
And final my first road accident on Indian soil. I landed on my face and got the nicest, most sweetest help and support of the long line of people who stopped to look if my head was still attached to my body.
Especially from a police officer who’s name I forgot but who was kind enough to give me some water and some words of encouragement and waited till I was ready to risk my life again on the Indian roads with my somewhat frumbled mopped.
It’s one of the many things that makes it so much worth to be in this country and smile at silly things like cockroach invasions and electric meltdowns.
Did I mention it’s hellish hot in Pondi?
You got to love it!!!
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