Well, I feel a bit like a giant walking bruise, which is rather to be expected, given that I technically crashed a motorbike a couple days ago. The true soreness actually comes a couple days after a wreck, and I certainly haven’t been lying around in the days since my…
I suspect that today was so horrible in order to underscore how wonderful yesterday was. At least, that’s the idea I’m going to go with, since any other would make me just cringe about the suckiness that ended up being my day today. I’d planned to get up early-ish in…
There are four girls (and by girls, I mean ladies in their 20s or 30s like me) at my hotel who came a couple of days ago. They are clearly on holiday. We’ve said hello a couple of times. Their names are Jyoti, Pallavi, Aparna, Bittu. I know they’ve also…
Driving a motorcycle in India at night is …. Wow. It’s like driving directly into oncoming traffic on a road that they paved, but forgot to smooth (so it’s like a four-wheeling in the mountains because of all the bumps and potholes), while someone shines strobe and flashlights in your eyes…
I’m sitting in a Greek restaurant in Goa, India. I’m drinking 10 year Glen Livet Scotch Whisky and listening to American techno pop music pumped through the speakers. Breezes blow in off the Arabian Sea and I watch the sun set in the West before me. After I finish my…
