This weekend’s trip to Seetha Nadi was great fun. Short, of course. 2 back-to-back 12 hour bus journeys would have been back breaking to say the least, but our enthusiasm levels made it bearable. My camera died in the raft. We got stuck at one point. Water gushed in. Everything got wet including the camera, which stopped functioning after making uncomfortable noises. It served me well through the years (not the SLR, or I would have been heartbroken!) so was rather crushed. Anyway, no pictures from my side. So instead of doing a travelogue this time around, I decided to write a bit about the folks I met during this trip. I only knew one person when I started off. And another one, via email exchanges. But one of the fringe benefits of these trips are the interesting people you land up meeting and befriending! Some you will probably never meet again. But with some, the bonds strike instantly and you know that you’ll meet again, sometime, somewhere. So here’s presenting the seven musketeers, in …
Last year, end June, I had my first experience with river rafting down Seetha Nadi.
A couple of weekends ago, one early and not so bright morning, Lavannya, Sabir, Vasu, Anu and I packed our photography equipment and went to the Majestic bus station, City Market and Tipu Sultan’s Palace.
One got the wine all the way from France. And guzzled it like it was going out of style. We helped too, I must add!
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
A series of explosions struck London’s Underground mass transit system during the height of morning rush hour.