No More India, No More Runs…

In the sky for 2 hours? We'll be doing well... The flight to Chennai was nearly enough to inspire a fresh dose of the runs – the plane was old on the inside, small and the sound of propellers revving up and the knowledge that it was these two small propellers that were to hopefully take us into the air and keep us there for nearly two hours was enough almost to send me running for the nearest toilet by itself. In the end, the flight wasn’t... Read More

Going ‘Indian-Style’ En-Route to God’s Own Country…

Curled up tightly in a foetal position, the pain was slightly more bearable although still not ideal for the remaining 17 hours of the train journey that would take me from Madgaon, Goa to Trivandrum (yes, there’s a much longer name but every time I’ve heard a foreigner attempting it, it comes out as Thirivanananath… so we’ll stick with Trivandrum). The cramps I’d had all morning had come and gone, sometimes quite painfully... Read More