Alright, that ain’t really fair, but it makes for the perfect provocative title. The Christian wedding was in India and the Muslim one in Singapore. With the differences in budget and mentality that you might expect.
But, first, the similarities: It’s all about food! I haven’t been to a wedding in Europe yet, but the two kids keep saying that they have much less guests, but that they don’t just come to eat the food and go. Except for the spouses, who sit on a podium and pose for pictures. Continue reading Muslim wedding VS Christian wedding
Weirdo’s tablet’s screen cracked three days ago. He claims he didn’t do anything but I find it dubious. Something must have happened, no? In any case, I was using his tablet to write, so this blog is likely to slow down significantly until he fixes the situation.
Weirdo and Cranky did something right! As usual, they tried to save 20 rupees of bus by hitchhiking out of Kochi to destination-unknown. The third dude that picked them up invited us to his home, as it happens quite often. Normally I get to hug all the wives and grandmas and daughters in the block while the two imbeciles finish their cup of tea. This time it was latish, the sun was getting close to the horizon. The dude and his wife went and invited us in their home for the night.
Now, the cooler part is that, just down the street from said home was a big euro-style church that’s quite famous around these parts. And it was festival time for the church-people. Oh yeah ! Continue reading Church party
In Kochi, we’re being hosted by some internet-friends of Weirdo that he never met before. There’s four of them. Two adults, quite decent, as far as adults can go ; there’s also one kid that is really nice to me when she’s not busy reading some Sherlock Holmes or Harry Potter, but the most remarquable member
of their squad is another kid that is actually younger than me. Continue reading Meet Adi
Nothing says “fuck the system” better than going nr1 and nr2 in the gutter right in front of pay-to-use toilets.
So we went to the beach today, and Weirdo took me swimming.
I don’t feel too confident going alone yet. The water scares me quite a bit. I wonder why… The only other time I was in the water was when I was four month. Weirdo held me underwater to see if I’d start swimming, like he saw on youtube, and I swallowed a tankershipload of it. Wait, that’s probably the exact reason why I’m scared of water! Well done Sherlock ! — No flattery, please. — No, no, I mean it, without your astounding deductive powers, we would never have found the key to that riddle.
Anyway, t’was a nice beach. Here’s another picture.
I went to the kid-doctor. It was time for my monthly visit. Like I’m some kind of psychopath… I keep telling them I don’t need doctors, and I don’t need their vitamins. Do you think they listen? Of course not.
Well, doctor said I’m doing just fine, and stopped short of telling them to stop being so paranoid about me.
Here’s a video of me fixing the mess that Weirdo made while we were playing in the waiting room.