Baby on boat

Weirdo and Cranky have this friend called Anna. She lives in a floating house that moves with the wind. I have gathered from listening in to their conversations that it is called a sailboat and this one in particular is called Inara, and was built from scratch by Anna’s boyfriend : Ben. They invited us for a three-day weekend to an island.


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Muslim wedding VS Christian wedding

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

Church party

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

Meet Adi

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

John of the jungle

After travelling for almost 24 hours (it was awesome! Hitching, buses… All through the night), we found ourselves in the mountains. For the first time actually. We always stayed in the plains before, I don’t know why.

The mountain is cool. First of all, no mosquitoes! That rocks. It’s a bit cold but I can live with it. And the silence… A deafening silence. I thought it didn’t exist in this country! I suppose it’s to avoid tipping off the tigers. It’s a tiger reserve here. Continue reading John of the jungle

Trip to the beach

Instead of going to the beach-place that the local tourism authority had set up especially for visitors like us, Weirdo and Cranky (and Anna and Anton) decided to go to the nearest one, that’s mainly used as fisherman’s-boat-parking. After wading through the beached boats, Weirdo and Anton stripped their clothes and jumped in the water that had the color of diarrhea. “That’s just because the sand is orange” said Weirdo. Yeah right. Guess where he is as I’m writing this. That’s right, on the toilet, like every half hour. Continue reading Trip to the beach

Muslim converts and golden rides

We took a night train yesterday. Everybody except me thought it would save a night at the hotel. I just hate to be right all the time. The berths that were reserved for us were all occupied. It took two railway employees and one hour to get the squatters out. Was a bit nasty too because the train was packed and they had to huddle, all six of them, on the only two berth they had reserved for real. There was a kid twice my age that couldn’t keep himself from wailing every half hour so I had a only a little bit of sleep. Cranky wasn’t so lucky. When she walked, hem, stormed out of the train, she headed straight to the bus station with the intention on booking a bus home or something. Weirdo said something nasty and they stopped talking to each other. At least she didn’t go book a bus ticket home.
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Temple run

I was beginning to think that the whole day was going to suck when we got our Golden Ride. It was 14:00, we were hitchhiking since 8, and had only gotten one single respectable ride to a temple town called Chidambaram. A very noisy temple. Many people were celebrating a political victory of one kind or another by blowing up hundreds upon hundreds of firecrackers.

But the hitching wasn’t very good. People kept stopping on their motorcycle to explain to us how to get to the bus station. When we managed to get across the fact that we were hitching, they usually underwent a little culture shock and went on explaining that it was absolutely sure not to work. I really liked it when someone stopped to pick us up right at that moment. Continue reading Temple run

I’m such a slut

This evening, my cheeks are irritated from all the pinching I got throughout the day. At one point, I just passed from arms to arms in a group of six. I found out a few days ago that, to switch arms, all I have to do is aim at the next target and open my arms. I practiced the technique a lot today. It turns out people just love when I switch to them. Keeping everyone happy wasn’t easy. I’m not sure I can do that every day.