Have you ever woken up in the morning and it’s not? It’s clearly, albeit somewhat foggy, night? The Little Drummer Boy is making like John Bonham and playing Moby Dick on your frontal lobe? Have you ever woken up in your own bed, but it’s not? You’re clearly, albeit somewhat foggily, in Bangkok? It must have been the eggnog, ya? When your last clear memory is sitting in Chili’s in Calcutta eating chicken wings… Then wham, bam, thank you ma’am…Merry Christmas from Thailand……what to do, what to do, what to do? Suck it up, grab a shower and go to the night market, dude!
Among the majority of Beatles freaks and fanatics, it is generally agreed that Rubber Soul was the turn around album for The Beatles. Their departure album. It is not just a collection of singles. Rubber Soul is a cohesive album meant to be listened to, preferably stoned, start to finish. Yet I believe it is something more. I think it is the most significant Beatles album ever produced. Whoa, Whoa, I can hear you screaming Sgt. Pepper and Abbey Rd. already….let me try to explain…
It was cold, dig it? And I’m just not used to being cold in India. You know the kind of cold that worries brass monkeys? Well, here I was riding in it. I was starting to question my sanity and get a serious dislike on for the ever helpful and always smiling sales guy at my local Royal Enfield shop. This, was his fault. It’s bloody 6:00 am and I am headed to Rohtak, the monster parantha sanctuary of India….on a Sunday. “Join our ride, sir”, he suggested one sunny (warm) afternoon at my local Royal Enfield dealership…….and I, seriously distracted by the display of shiny new helmets, agreed.
It was a casual start to the day. We had a little breakfast of hard boiled eggs and toast, lots of coffee, and started our trek back to Delhi. After a brief discussion it was decided to turn the four hour highway blast to Bharatpur into a seven or eight hour back road wandering exploration home. “Embrace the Detours” has become the unofficial Wandering Hippy motto. With Deeg set as our first destination we were off.
While it is true traveling by rail is slightly more civilized than flying, let’s be honest, for all their first class (that everyone can afford?), business class, air mile and free upgrade bull crap, airline passengers are treated as little more than cattle.…airborne bovine, drifting doggies, aerial oxen…that’s right, mobile moo cows. Yet train travel is not without its own set of challenges. The most obvious of which is you are on a train. The novelty of that wore off when I was ten years of age. During a recent forty-four hour steel rail odyssey from New Delhi to Guwahati, I was reminded in spades why I dislike long distance train travel so intensely.
John Lennon. Rock star, peace politician, lover, poet, scared, lost, angry….legend. In My Life, he was God…not a God, just God.
Our arrival at Keoladeo National Park aka Bharatpur Bird Sanctuary, Rajasthan,was a bit of a kerfuffle…that is to say it got our feathers in a ruffle…rather apropos. The hotel is inside the park and the bird militia stationed at the gate wanted an entry fee, so we could get to our hotel…in the park….and a parking fee….to park, at our hotel…in the park.
Are Canadians too polite?
According to a recent Huffington Post article, a study performed by two McMaster University PhD researchers has concluded (based on a MASSIVE twitter post analysis) that Canadians are, in FACT, more polite than…well, it doesn’t matter who; I don’t want to offend anyone. The point is, what we all have always known to be true, is. The article concludes by announcing that the stereotype is not a myth; Canadians are overly polite.For years Canadians have been the focal point of endless jokes about (aboot) our apologetic nature. Who knew it was a fact? Inbred, genetic, ancestral, historical, hereditary, abiogenetic, xenogeneticstar…..MY GOD! We are engineered that way.