Saturday morning came around alarmingly fast. I felt like crying when I had to leave the room, but I was very brave (if I were in the dentist surgery I would have been given a sticker). We got our final buggy ride down through the grounds and back into the real world. There’s a lot to be said for not living in the real world. I could get used to the high life. I might need to consider cancelling my date on Sunday with the lorry driver and hang out for a rich octogenarian with a heart defect instead (there must be websites for that). Or instead invest in truck loads of lottery tickets. To win I'm really going to have to meet them half way and actually buy a ticket.
We walked down to Kovalam Beach to find a place for me to stay, until I meet fish on Tuesday. I realised I was very much back in the real world when I sat down on my new bed and nearly broke my arse cheeks. The room had a TV, hot water and my beloved wi fi (wi fi is like crack cocaine to me. I come out in panic when I don’t have it. What I hate even more than having no wi-fi is actually getting some and not having any sodding messages. Arrgghh) so I couldn’t really grumble. When the landlord asked me which hotel I had just come from I didn’t have the heart to tell him (I hope he didn’t notice my Leela slippers!). .
I loved my little room though, especially considering that the alternative was to be sitting on a bus for over 15 hours on my way to Mysore. Fish on the other hand was the most excited I’ve seen him. He just left, all backpacked up and he looked as happy as you like. He is chomping at the bit to get his adventure started. Even the prospect of the bus journey didn’t dampening his spirits. I was like his mother making sure he had enough toilet paper and plasters etc. He just rolled his eyes and left.
The next time I want to be on any form of transport for longer than 10 hours is on the plane home. Talking of home, I only have a week left. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. As happy as a monkey with a new banana (I don’t know how true that saying is as Fish told me today that monkeys don’t like yellow (he asked why all the trees in our complex had a yellow circle painted on them). If anyone can shed any light on this I’d be very interested to know. Not interested to look it up myself mind you).
I am starting to get nervous though seeing as I have no job to come back to and no real plan. I was meant to come to India, have an epiphany, come back charged with ideas about what I am going to do with the next 40 years and never look back. Instead I am just as confused as when I left but this time I'm unemployed. Good work, Breed.
We walked down to Kovalam Beach to find a place for me to stay, until I meet fish on Tuesday. I realised I was very much back in the real world when I sat down on my new bed and nearly broke my arse cheeks. The room had a TV, hot water and my beloved wi fi (wi fi is like crack cocaine to me. I come out in panic when I don’t have it. What I hate even more than having no wi-fi is actually getting some and not having any sodding messages. Arrgghh) so I couldn’t really grumble. When the landlord asked me which hotel I had just come from I didn’t have the heart to tell him (I hope he didn’t notice my Leela slippers!). .
I loved my little room though, especially considering that the alternative was to be sitting on a bus for over 15 hours on my way to Mysore. Fish on the other hand was the most excited I’ve seen him. He just left, all backpacked up and he looked as happy as you like. He is chomping at the bit to get his adventure started. Even the prospect of the bus journey didn’t dampening his spirits. I was like his mother making sure he had enough toilet paper and plasters etc. He just rolled his eyes and left.
The next time I want to be on any form of transport for longer than 10 hours is on the plane home. Talking of home, I only have a week left. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. As happy as a monkey with a new banana (I don’t know how true that saying is as Fish told me today that monkeys don’t like yellow (he asked why all the trees in our complex had a yellow circle painted on them). If anyone can shed any light on this I’d be very interested to know. Not interested to look it up myself mind you).
I am starting to get nervous though seeing as I have no job to come back to and no real plan. I was meant to come to India, have an epiphany, come back charged with ideas about what I am going to do with the next 40 years and never look back. Instead I am just as confused as when I left but this time I'm unemployed. Good work, Breed.
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