The trouble with everything is that it starts out so romantically in your head. The idea of lounging endlessly on a beach chair, watching time go by in the company of lime mint coolers and tall palms.
Sitting on the steps of a train compartment at 5 am in the morning. Feeling the wind rush by in rain soaked Kerala. The very notion conjures up images of green fields, swaying coconut palms, backwaters and steaming hot chai.
Yet, in real life, there are always mosquitoes, stinking loos and "Oops! I forgot to pack my toothbrush".
I want to be able to find romance in that. That's right.
In forgotten toothbrushes and mismatched socks.
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Hi Suze,
Nice post...
Thinking about it, if one considers what one remembers of the trips undertaken in the past, it is the mismatched socks and the missed bus...which come to the mind first...
The spice of the trip...
Ram
pfzigfackly! :))
I am guessing you had spam.
Its not very difficult - all you need to do, is to take the Konkan railway - really lovely journey, I must tell you.
i think u r really cute
sat, yup i know.. train journeys are awesome
went to ooty with my friends in the summer.. amazing fun :)
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