Having been laid up with a dose of genuine Delhi Belly (well, I suppose it’s strictly Bombay Belly, but let’s not split hairs), I’ve had plenty of time to devote to watching 346546456 channels of cable TV and reading the newspapers. Doing so has been an interesting insight into India, … Continue reading
Well, I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later. Yecch.
At the risk of jinxing myself, the initial rush of “What the fuuuuuuuuck are we doing here?” seems to have subsided, and the constant barrage of traffic, beggars and hawkers in Colaba is starting to feel, well, normal. It’s interesting how quickly you can adapt to things. Of course, one … Continue reading
So last night we had the honour and pleasure of dining with the astoundingly lovely Nasir, a friend of Leila’s mother’s and director of the nascent Shantaram Foundation, a charitable organisation set up by Greg Roberts (of Shantaram fame) with the initial aim of eradicating tuberculosis in Colaba. Nasir, his … Continue reading
Typing this in a boxy little internet cafe in Colaba, a funny little tiled room that’s about the size of our wardrobe at Gipps Street and is home to eight computers and a manfully struggling air conditioner. Thus far, Mumbai has been everything we’ve been told it’d be – loud, … Continue reading
Holed up for a few days in Sydney, a city which I’ve always found kinda objectionable – I do my best to come here with an open mind, but it’s just the general ambiance of the place, some indefinable feeling about it that shits me. I think it’s that it’s … Continue reading
Just making sure that this actually works. Nothing of note will appear here until late November.