We went to New Delhi, for a party actually and phew, it seems such a long time and really, this holiday has been very long . 9 days with no banks or government offices. I wonder how the banks can afford to close for such a long time. And the government. What on earth do they ever do? How do they run a country when they're on holiday all the time.
For me of course it's all right. All I ever do is sit on my perch in front of the school which of course was on half term holiday. I don't feel guilty. But the government!!!!! What a load of plonkers.
We went to a party in Delhi, a silver wedding anniversay, held by some feathered friends. Why was the party in Delhi you are asking? Well, our feathered friend had some Indian connections in the past, the family used to live there, hence party time in delhi. I admit that before I left for Delhi (on Pigeon express) I was a bit worried about going as I thought their airport might have million mile long queues but their airport is a thousand times better than the shack back home .
For me of course it's all right. All I ever do is sit on my perch in front of the school which of course was on half term holiday. I don't feel guilty. But the government!!!!! What a load of plonkers.
We went to a party in Delhi, a silver wedding anniversay, held by some feathered friends. Why was the party in Delhi you are asking? Well, our feathered friend had some Indian connections in the past, the family used to live there, hence party time in delhi. I admit that before I left for Delhi (on Pigeon express) I was a bit worried about going as I thought their airport might have million mile long queues but their airport is a thousand times better than the shack back home .
India was great although we were walled off from the less pleasant bits like beggars and reality. On the first day, we went out and decided to walk to a shopping area near the hotel called Connaught Place (old British) and we were assaulted by an army of beggars, touts and taxi drivers. One beggar, who hobbled up to me and asked for money. I said politely that I didn't have any and he shouted "GET LOST" at me. I was so surprised that I found it funny and didn't get angry. (I know you might have read this in a previous entry but I'm narrating it again just in case you liked it first time). Coo Coo.The party was really nice and there were around 200 people there most from home but others from around the world. There were birds from California, fowl from Japan, feathered toffs from Canada and so on. The first night was a kuwaiti night with kuwaitis singers and we danced until 2 am. I discovered I was a good dancer (but only after three red you know what's) and apparently I was quite a star, boogying the night away. Dancing samri and nagazi. Aren't I clever!
The second and third nights were Indian, with a Rajashtani troupe and again, we danced until the early hours. There were breakfasts, lunches, brunches and dinners and it was beautifully organised. Again, I danced nonstop and where on earth I learnt how to dance Indian dances and bollywood dances I don't know. But I did, non stop. And isn't it funny how friendly you get with people after 8 red you know what's? Everyone lost all their inhibitions and the adrenalin was running high, people were friendly and chummy. Coo coo coo.
After that, we went back to Delhi and our Kashmiri friend , a mountain breed, took us around to various places. We went to a few nice eating places, off the streets of course, too much to worry about on the streets, we also met up with some of our kuwaiti friends and had pleasant evenings outdoors.
Honestly I have become a party animal. Must be mid life crisis. That's why I'm energetic and doing all sorts of things.. I don't care, I can have a mid life crisis. But I won't grow a pony tail and dress like a 20 year old.
Can you believe, when I got back home I thought the driving was GOOD! Compared to India it was good. Honestly, the driving there is chaotic. Here they drive too fast but at least they basically know what lanes are. That was funny.
Back to the perch this morning and it feels like we've been away for the summer.
The second and third nights were Indian, with a Rajashtani troupe and again, we danced until the early hours. There were breakfasts, lunches, brunches and dinners and it was beautifully organised. Again, I danced nonstop and where on earth I learnt how to dance Indian dances and bollywood dances I don't know. But I did, non stop. And isn't it funny how friendly you get with people after 8 red you know what's? Everyone lost all their inhibitions and the adrenalin was running high, people were friendly and chummy. Coo coo coo.
After that, we went back to Delhi and our Kashmiri friend , a mountain breed, took us around to various places. We went to a few nice eating places, off the streets of course, too much to worry about on the streets, we also met up with some of our kuwaiti friends and had pleasant evenings outdoors.
Honestly I have become a party animal. Must be mid life crisis. That's why I'm energetic and doing all sorts of things.. I don't care, I can have a mid life crisis. But I won't grow a pony tail and dress like a 20 year old.
Can you believe, when I got back home I thought the driving was GOOD! Compared to India it was good. Honestly, the driving there is chaotic. Here they drive too fast but at least they basically know what lanes are. That was funny.
Back to the perch this morning and it feels like we've been away for the summer.
I wouldn't have thought Ms Pigeon would have anything to say about driving!
ReplyDeleteOn the contrary, I think Ms Pigeon generally has a great deal to say about driving, and draws from a rich vocabulary of choice expletives when doing so!
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