Cough, cough. Splutter, splutter. Sniff.
Being in India has not deterred my body from developing it's biannual changing-of-the-season cold. I maintain that it has been bought on by the air conditioning. Air conditioning is a status symbol in this incredibly tropical climate and the attitude is very much if you've got it, flaunt it. The better the establishment the greater the velocity and lower the temperature of their AC.
The trains are the worst. By the end of the 5 hour train trip to Amritsar I must have resembled the abominable snowman as I gradually layered myself with every scarf and item of clothing in my bag to prevent myself dying of exposure in my thin summer shorts and t-shirt.
The concept of seeking refuge inside an AC room is so foreign to me as I am conditioned to take advantage of every day of nice weather by spending as much time outside as possible. I tried that a couple of times but I quickly realised that it is actually REALLY hot - and I wasn't even here for summer! Sadly, I think I am going to have to bid farewell to my dream of coming home as brown as a berry.
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Hey, just found your blog via some other South Africa blog. I travelled around India for a bit last year and if you wanted some photos and a Seffrican perception (especially of Rajasthan and Goa) then I've got some good pics and stories at:
http://notesfromtheworld.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html
I absolutely loved it and hope you have a good time!
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