It's confirmed: I shall leave for India for the second time this year on the 21st of September. I'll be staying about three weeks, moving between Goa in the south and Chandighar in the north.
The temperature in Delhi has been hovering around 37 degrees celcius, which is officially too fucking hot. Apparently monsoon season starts in September in Goa, so I'm hoping tourists will be few and far between, and the rains will be heavy.
The hotel I'm booked into at Goa looks pretty fancy pants for India, all swimming pools and new televisions and consistently running hot water. Nearby is a brewery apparently, so I look forward to getting silly on cheap, yummy Indian beer, sitting in hammocks while the rain pours around me.
On my trip earlier this year, I figured I'd enjoy slumming it in India. I scoffed at my grandparents, who managed to travel around India without ever getting their feet dirty. They never saw beggars, and stayed in really expensive hotels. They dined at western restaurants and paid full price for everything.
I was a bit wrong. While slumming it has its charms, it's good to be able to spend a week at a place with amenities, safety and security. It's a pleasure being able to eat salad without getting a grotesque stomach bug. It's nice being able to shower whenever you want to.
Really, it'll just be good not being alone in a shitty hotel room in Delhi with rude, underpaid staff occasionally offering you cheap, boring food while you ftry to avoid the feeling that you're dying from giardia by staring at the fan for hours. It'll be a pleasure not having to lock my room every five minutes so I can walk to the bathroom because my room doesn't have an en suite and I'm really sick.
I've been in a bad mood over the past couple of days, so today I stayed in and listened to awesome music. I'm now in a good mood. Thanks go to the following albums:
> Discreet Music by Brian Eno.
> Under The Sun by Paul Kelly.
> When The Pawn... by Fiona Apple.
> Another Side Of Bob Dylan, Blood On The Tracks, Desire and The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan by Bob Dylan.
It's now time for sleep, and hence the most recent Sleeping Mixes. Yes, I make mixes to listen to when I'm going to sleep. Everyone does that, right?
> When The Stars Go Blue by Ryan Adams.
> Magic by Ben Folds Five.
> Everything Means Nothing To Me by Elliott Smith.
> Scarborough Fair / Canticle by Simon & Garfunkel.
> On Your Wings by Iron & Wine.
> My Father's House, the beautiful penultimate track from Springsteen's Nebraska performed by Jimmy Little.
> Bang, Bang by Nancy Sinatra.
> I Didn't Understand by Elliott Smith.
> Wonderwall covered by Ryan Adams.
> Plastic Bag Theme by Thomas Newman.
> An Ending (Ascent) by Brian Eno.
> Paris, Texas by Ry Cooder.
> Hallelujah covered by Jeff Buckley.
> Piano Sonata In F Minor by Beethoven, performed by Wilhelm Kempff.
I feel sleepy just reading that list.
The temperature in Delhi has been hovering around 37 degrees celcius, which is officially too fucking hot. Apparently monsoon season starts in September in Goa, so I'm hoping tourists will be few and far between, and the rains will be heavy.
The hotel I'm booked into at Goa looks pretty fancy pants for India, all swimming pools and new televisions and consistently running hot water. Nearby is a brewery apparently, so I look forward to getting silly on cheap, yummy Indian beer, sitting in hammocks while the rain pours around me.
On my trip earlier this year, I figured I'd enjoy slumming it in India. I scoffed at my grandparents, who managed to travel around India without ever getting their feet dirty. They never saw beggars, and stayed in really expensive hotels. They dined at western restaurants and paid full price for everything.
I was a bit wrong. While slumming it has its charms, it's good to be able to spend a week at a place with amenities, safety and security. It's a pleasure being able to eat salad without getting a grotesque stomach bug. It's nice being able to shower whenever you want to.
Really, it'll just be good not being alone in a shitty hotel room in Delhi with rude, underpaid staff occasionally offering you cheap, boring food while you ftry to avoid the feeling that you're dying from giardia by staring at the fan for hours. It'll be a pleasure not having to lock my room every five minutes so I can walk to the bathroom because my room doesn't have an en suite and I'm really sick.
I've been in a bad mood over the past couple of days, so today I stayed in and listened to awesome music. I'm now in a good mood. Thanks go to the following albums:
> Discreet Music by Brian Eno.
> Under The Sun by Paul Kelly.
> When The Pawn... by Fiona Apple.
> Another Side Of Bob Dylan, Blood On The Tracks, Desire and The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan by Bob Dylan.
It's now time for sleep, and hence the most recent Sleeping Mixes. Yes, I make mixes to listen to when I'm going to sleep. Everyone does that, right?
> When The Stars Go Blue by Ryan Adams.
> Magic by Ben Folds Five.
> Everything Means Nothing To Me by Elliott Smith.
> Scarborough Fair / Canticle by Simon & Garfunkel.
> On Your Wings by Iron & Wine.
> My Father's House, the beautiful penultimate track from Springsteen's Nebraska performed by Jimmy Little.
> Bang, Bang by Nancy Sinatra.
> I Didn't Understand by Elliott Smith.
> Wonderwall covered by Ryan Adams.
> Plastic Bag Theme by Thomas Newman.
> An Ending (Ascent) by Brian Eno.
> Paris, Texas by Ry Cooder.
> Hallelujah covered by Jeff Buckley.
> Piano Sonata In F Minor by Beethoven, performed by Wilhelm Kempff.
I feel sleepy just reading that list.
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India sounds great.