Delhi

I'm back in paradise!
Bangkok was the usual dark sticky guest houses, mango shakes, Israeli hummus and Koh San madness. Kate lured me North to Chain Mai for a refreshing visit to her Burmese style Teak Wood guest house with lush gardens and resident artist who's work was varied and throughout the rooms. Lush time relaxing and sharing stories.
On arrival in India we managed directly a 32+ hour train ride from Kolkutta to Delhi where it was so hot I sweated pools onto the plastic bunks. A couple of newlywed Bangladesh kept our minds off the heat by sharing sweets and pickles. It was a long ride. But Delhi at last. Bright Guest House is exactly as I left it, full of absolute lunatics lounging in scented smoky rooms. My usual room on the roof is nothing less than an oven, the fan offering no release, rather, the effect of a fanbake on Mums oven :-)
Still I feel refreshed for the travel, and so it is with joy in my hart and lightness of step that I converse with the locals.
Hmmm it is about the time of evening when the sweet wallahs cook Golarb Jamu: balls of curdled milk deep fried then left in tubs of honey syrup, best eaten still hot.........