Smoking

No one told me that Kerala was a no smoking state.  No wonder square pants Taylor loves it so much.  It appears the only place in the whole of Kerala you can smoke is on our roof terrace.  Unforfunately this means its full to bursting with volunteers, all trying to give me advice on life in India like they are actually Indians, but in reality they have been here about 2 weeks, bought themselves some funny pants and beads and now class themselves as locals. 

I have no internet connection.  My phone is not working and on the whole I am thoroughly pissed off.  This is terrible start to my midlife crisis.  On the plus side things can only get better, right?   I’m hoping that tomorrow I will be full of the joys of spring.   Let’s hope so for all your sakes else this is going to be shit reading.