Tomorrow I pick up my Pakistan visa (finally) and wave goodbye to India for at least a couple of months (Delhi for good!!!) and look ahead to some more high Himalayan action and, er, islamic fundamentalism.
It’s been interesting. I’ve met some good folk and had some really good times along the way.
Some things i have learnt:
-Trying to queue is pointless. Elbow your way to the front, loudly demand what you want and shove some money in the persons face.
-NEVER purchase a ticket for the “un-reserved” carriage of a train no matter how short the journey (unless you want to sit on the floor on a bed of half smoked bidi’s and snot while fles crawl into your ears and up your nose).
-After some practise it is possible to sleep on trains despite the incessant nasal shouting of people walking up and down the isles requesting money in exchange for some sweaty salad floating in a warm tin bucket full of un-identified slop.
-The state of solidity of your shit is a perfectly legitimate subject of conversation at dinner.
Something I have yet to learn:
I have no idea what the fuck a head-wobble is supposed to mean (except that it appears to be an acceptable answer to absolutely any question whatsoever).