Ferry

I am under strict instructions from Clarkey to write more so this is me writing more.  Today has absolutely sucked cock.  I am bored out of my tiny mind.  I want to just lock myself away to read and write but this house is packed to the rafters with pricks (not literally, if it were I might be moaning less).  Actually that's not fair, they're not all pricks but most of them just bore the pants off me.  I like to think it's because I am super witty and intellegent rather than being massively unsociable and a bit of a moody cow.

Yesterday was marginally better.  The boys hired scotters so I hopped on the back of Robbies and set off to face the maddness of the Indian roads.  Holy moly it was terrifiying.  I nearly shit myself (and not for the first time since arriving in India).  The only rule is, there are no rules.  I would imagine that in your driving test as long as you don't kill a cow, dog or person you pass with flying colours.  Utter carnage!

I wanted some alone time (and realised that I have yet to sort out a will) so decided to ditch the boys in favour of getting the ferry back.  I love the ferry.  It is the perfect way to travel.  The sun was even out for a change (It's been lashing it down for days on end).  I'm not sure what it is about being on the water but there seems to be an unwritten rule the world over that if you pass another vessel everyone must wave.  A small boat passed and everyone waved, so I waved back but it seems that the the obligitory waving rule has bypassed the Indians.   They were all looking at me like I should have been travelling by sunshine bus. If there were any windows on the ferry I would have been tempted to lick them!