On Thursday, we took an overnight train from Delhi to Varanasi. I was hoping that it would be just like the Darjeeling Limited.
It was not like the Darjeeling Limited.
On the train, we each slept on our very own ironing board. I am reminded of my time on the farm in Panama, mostly because it also inspired me to use outlandish metaphors. In Panama, nights were psychotic episodes while days were devoted to working in a giant litterbox.
I like the way people start to get a little hysterical when living under harsh conditions, like in Panama. It's very hot here. Last night, as we lay awake sweating, Angie said, "I wish I were very small so that I could live in the refrigerator." I think that this is a perfect example of the desperation heat brings.
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Did you ever think how one refrigerator could change your life?
ReplyDeleteThe henna looks really cool and it seems like you're having good time. Make sure to take plenty of pictures! I know how much of a photo buff you are.