We have become victims of the legendary Indian transport chaos. Up at 5am for a flight that was cancelled, and we're now desperately trying all available options to get us to those Tigers. A 1,200km train ride in class 3A is currently our top option.
"It's not alright".
3 comments:
3rd class train sounds fine. Stop moaning boy (and Bridget)! It's bloody freezing here - yes even in Spain - with grey skies and drizzle. And I can't go Christmas shopping for delish seafood, fish etc because i have to wait in for a courier (second day running) who is delivering something and undoubtedly is lost in the mountains. Oh look! It's raining again. Have fun. Polly x
PS The baby you're holding, B, is very cute. Perhaps you could bring it home?
Enjoying a pre-lunch glass of vino - great to hear about the adventures of our travellers. Sending much love to you both - wish you were here.
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