You MUST give us your name. Well, no.

You MUST give us your name. Well, no.

A few months before I left India, a very strange, but deeply Indian thing happened. The doorbell rang and when I opened the door, there stood two small ladies with a clipboard and one of our (fairly useless) building security guards. They told me they were from one of...
You mean, that isn’t a mosque?

You mean, that isn’t a mosque?

Since I left India, I’ve had pretty severe culture shock. Reverse culture shock. It’s mostly worn off now, but for a good few months there, I was finding myself having a little difficulty re-adjusting to Western cultural norms. Girls in really short skirts in the...
What’s your second best story?

What’s your second best story?

I got in the cab still laughing and the cabbie smiles and says, You finishing for the night? Yes, you just starting? Yeah, I’ve only been on for a half an hour. How long you worked nights? 35 years. Gosh, you must have some stories. No, not really, I’m not good at...

Things I won’t miss: the noise

Second in a series of things I won’t miss about India. India is noisy. Very noisy – there are dogs, and cars and temple festivals ALL the time. People live in noisy joint family houses and seem to not even hear the sound of each other shouting. Unfortunate...