It is 1am on a Sunday night. India is calling ...
Wait, that's a shitty intro to our awesome new blog. Let's start over.
Emma and I are lying in bed, dreaming of our coming trip to India, and she says to me, 'let's start a blog!' Being a reasonable fellow of little imagination, this takes some cajoling on her part, but after she explains to me that this way we can keep people updated on our travels and travails beyond the occasional Facebook updates, I was on it! So, be advised, mes amis: this here blog will be about Emma and I and India and cool food and Rat Temples and Camel safaris and Nepali Sherpas and, I don't know, philosophy of something to tie it all together. Maybe swap that last bit for oblivious western touristry, or acid comments on other oblivious western tourists. We still have some bits to work out.
Either way, it's 1:15am, so India can stop calling now. It's rude.
P
Wait, that's a shitty intro to our awesome new blog. Let's start over.
Emma and I are lying in bed, dreaming of our coming trip to India, and she says to me, 'let's start a blog!' Being a reasonable fellow of little imagination, this takes some cajoling on her part, but after she explains to me that this way we can keep people updated on our travels and travails beyond the occasional Facebook updates, I was on it! So, be advised, mes amis: this here blog will be about Emma and I and India and cool food and Rat Temples and Camel safaris and Nepali Sherpas and, I don't know, philosophy of something to tie it all together. Maybe swap that last bit for oblivious western touristry, or acid comments on other oblivious western tourists. We still have some bits to work out.
Either way, it's 1:15am, so India can stop calling now. It's rude.
P
