Something sad is about to happen. I cannot do anything to stop it. Not this time. I don’t think it will be quite the same.
In other news, gentle reader, we visited the pilgrim town of Srisailam over the weekend and it was lovely. We hired out a minibus which was actually an elongated four by four, and a driver who was actually a driver. We left Hyderabad at about 12:30AM after some whiskey and rum as it was to take six hours plus.
By some stroke of luck, or whatever, I ended up on the front seat next to the aforementioned pretty girl. I got to know her a bit better and it turns out she is a very sweet as well as pretty girl. We laughed a bit and talked some more and she went to sleep at some point long before I (for, as I will mention later, I was listening to something special, but don’t fear, after she went to sleep). At some point she rested her head on my shoulder, involuntarily of course, but it was quite cute in a not meaning anything ever way.
I don’t think anything will ever happen.
After three hours maybe we suffered a puncture in a tyre in the middle of NOWHERE. We had to wait half an hour for the next car, who were thankfully very helpful with new tyre. Phew. It was that in the middle of nowhere that we saw its lights coming for fifteen minutes. We gazed at the stars (seriously, you have never seen so many) and drank more whiskey and rum. Bizarrely, five local looking people were just sitting in the road 50 yards previous, talking. I guess they are still there now.
On our way again, me listening to the 1996 Festive Fifty with guidance from the great man himself, as the others drifted off to sleep. With the lack of light I could not tell the tracks until he told me as they ended. As such, the 23:16 of Orbital’s Out There Somewhere (#47) spun me out a reasonable degree. I was out there, somewhere, indeed.
Then we reached a Checkpost. It turns out there’s a Tiger Reserve in between Hyderabad and Srisailam that one isn’t allowed to pass through between 21:00 and 6:00. We got there at about 4:30. Quite a few cars, trucks and lorries were all waiting with people everywhere, on this dusty road in the dark in the middle of Andhra Pradesh. There were about six cafes on the left which I imagine must ALWAYS be open, serving Chi (wonderful sugary Indian tea) and other assortments. Hindu music twisted and screeched away. It was great.
The clever people slept. A friend and I finished the rum and whiskey and thought we were very brave when we ventured 10 metres into the Tiger reserve in the dark. We drank two cups of chi and woke some people up. The sun rose. The barrier rose. We went on our way.
At Srisailam we saw many temples and a huge dam and gorgeous landscape and smuggled some alcohol into the holy town, which probably means we’re all going to some kind of Hindu hell.
In other news, gentle reader, we visited the pilgrim town of Srisailam over the weekend and it was lovely. We hired out a minibus which was actually an elongated four by four, and a driver who was actually a driver. We left Hyderabad at about 12:30AM after some whiskey and rum as it was to take six hours plus.
By some stroke of luck, or whatever, I ended up on the front seat next to the aforementioned pretty girl. I got to know her a bit better and it turns out she is a very sweet as well as pretty girl. We laughed a bit and talked some more and she went to sleep at some point long before I (for, as I will mention later, I was listening to something special, but don’t fear, after she went to sleep). At some point she rested her head on my shoulder, involuntarily of course, but it was quite cute in a not meaning anything ever way.
I don’t think anything will ever happen.
After three hours maybe we suffered a puncture in a tyre in the middle of NOWHERE. We had to wait half an hour for the next car, who were thankfully very helpful with new tyre. Phew. It was that in the middle of nowhere that we saw its lights coming for fifteen minutes. We gazed at the stars (seriously, you have never seen so many) and drank more whiskey and rum. Bizarrely, five local looking people were just sitting in the road 50 yards previous, talking. I guess they are still there now.
On our way again, me listening to the 1996 Festive Fifty with guidance from the great man himself, as the others drifted off to sleep. With the lack of light I could not tell the tracks until he told me as they ended. As such, the 23:16 of Orbital’s Out There Somewhere (#47) spun me out a reasonable degree. I was out there, somewhere, indeed.
Then we reached a Checkpost. It turns out there’s a Tiger Reserve in between Hyderabad and Srisailam that one isn’t allowed to pass through between 21:00 and 6:00. We got there at about 4:30. Quite a few cars, trucks and lorries were all waiting with people everywhere, on this dusty road in the dark in the middle of Andhra Pradesh. There were about six cafes on the left which I imagine must ALWAYS be open, serving Chi (wonderful sugary Indian tea) and other assortments. Hindu music twisted and screeched away. It was great.
The clever people slept. A friend and I finished the rum and whiskey and thought we were very brave when we ventured 10 metres into the Tiger reserve in the dark. We drank two cups of chi and woke some people up. The sun rose. The barrier rose. We went on our way.
At Srisailam we saw many temples and a huge dam and gorgeous landscape and smuggled some alcohol into the holy town, which probably means we’re all going to some kind of Hindu hell.
She didn’t sit next to me on the way home.
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