I made it to 126. Upon my return to London life around me just seemed too dull and genteel. And my camera had to go to hospital due to the charming mould it accumulated from the sweaty heat of Bangladesh. But hospital was just a pit stop on the its way to the morgue. Bangladesh does have a lot to answer for… Maybe one day I’ll try another 365 project. Maybe.
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Spotted on the way to the train station this morning.
Cricket on Clapham Common, as viewed from the top deck of the number 37 bus. The colours here are so, so different; everything seems to have a washed out calmness and order to it here. I think especially so after having spent a year in the bright vibrant chaos of the Indian subcontinent, everything here seems so terribly English since my return.
One of the most obvious differences I’ve noticed is the availability of alcohol here, it’s on every corner. Literally every corner. I do love a good English pub. I haven’t actually been into a pub yet but it’s on my list. This pseudo winter weather is perfect for it.
Back in London. Cold London. Is it just me or is it particularly cold for this time of year? I mean it’s May already. Welcome to an English summer I guess… which I’ll take over a Bangladesh summer any day thanks. It’s slightly surreal but comforting to be back; England appears exactly as I left it. Coming back into a world so familiar, but in which I have been the one changed, means I see it all a bit differently now. If nothing else it’s amazing to be a spectator again, to just watch the world and not have the world watch me. I’m practically invisible. At last! I took this little man, my nephew, to the park and watched him earnestly rearrange the cones. And no one even asked me what country I’m from.
While stopped at the traffic lights in an auto rickshaw I took a photo of this Sikh man on a motorbike next to me. Obviously no one in India (or Bangladesh) wears helmets on motorbikes, but did you know that in the UK Sikhs wearing turbans are exempt from the law requiring motorcycle riders to wear a helmet? About the only interesting fact I learnt (and remembered) from my ‘Life in the UK’ test for British citizenship. This is also my last day on the sub continent, I’m off to London tomorrow. Where everyone wears helmets (except as listed above), follows road rules and drives by sight, not sound. It’s all going to seem very quiet.
At the traffic lights in Delhi. Also spotted (but not pictured) Mein Kampf for sale with the traffic light book boys. Clearly a popular book on the subcontinent.
I travelled back to Delhi by train today, and this is a fellow traveller on the platform enjoying a cup of tea.
On the streets of Rishikesh.
My mild obsession with daytime public sleeping continues, with a devotee having a kip next to a temple in the ashram.
Through the bars of my balcony onto the bathing scene below; someone contemplating the plunge.
The balcony of my room overlooks the Ganges which, at the foothills of the Himalayas at least is still a beautifully clean river (well, mostly anyway). Every morning people come to bathe in the Ganges, and some people like to drink it too.
I arrived in Rishikesh today, to spend a few days relaxing by the Ganges and doing yoga. Rishikesh is a town at the foothills of the Himalayas, with the Ganges running through it. The two sides of town are connected by this pedestrian suspension bridge, as viewed from my balcony.
Ronnie, enjoying some bed time.
My auto rickshaw wallah in Delhi today, as seen in the rear view mirror. Not that the rear view mirrors in auto rickshaws are for viewing traffic (or anything else outside of the rickshaw), they seem purely for viewing the passengers in the back seat.