It’s
damp. It’s wet. I can feel new mould growing on my fur, over the mould
acquired from sitting in the trunk. It’s getting a tad bit tedious now, vegetating on
this balcony waiting for the Run to start. I can’t really fathom what’s going on yet,
but from what I gather, the teams are coming in soon – on the 5th of September.
Can’t wait.
I know I was rather dismissive while referring to my old teammates
in my first blog – firangs and what not I said - but I was actually rather fond of
the first team that got me to Cochin. I remember wandering into that dusty ward
in Jaisalmer, (more in search of a juicy child or two I’ll admit,) and being greeted
by a fleet of rickshaws.
All 71 of them painted in bright, beautiful colours, much like peacocks, wine throated hummingbirds, rainbow finches, and what not. My eyes were rather dazzled and while I was thus befuddled I was (am ashamed to say) ‘captured’ by these boisterous Rickshaw Runners.
What a journey it was to Cochin too. Leaving the grandeur of the Maharajah’s
palace (where I was quite at home it must be said) in a fine coating of dust, we
headed southwards. The view from atop the shaw was something to be relished
to be sure. Of course, there were a few hairy moments with oncoming trucks
and cows, but being made of sterner stuff than these Rickshaw Runners it never really bothered me too much. Indeed, it was quite amusing to see my team mates exiting the vehicle more than once with a mild tremor in their limbs. Pathetic.
Upon reaching Cochin the Runners all partied themselves into oblivion, whilst I snuck off to the backwaters to refresh my grimy and ragged coat which was in dire need of a damn good scrub. The adventure had tired me out a little it must be said, and so I willingly let myself be placed in storage for a couple of months of rest and relaxation. Ah! Finally some peace and quiet without the cacophony of horns and the excessive nattering of the foreigners. Though my English has improved greatly as a result. Can't you tell, just from the above? Go on then, pat my back...there, there and...there...
acquired from sitting in the trunk. It’s getting a tad bit tedious now, vegetating on
this balcony waiting for the Run to start. I can’t really fathom what’s going on yet,
but from what I gather, the teams are coming in soon – on the 5th of September.
Can’t wait.
I know I was rather dismissive while referring to my old teammates
in my first blog – firangs and what not I said - but I was actually rather fond of
the first team that got me to Cochin. I remember wandering into that dusty ward
in Jaisalmer, (more in search of a juicy child or two I’ll admit,) and being greeted
by a fleet of rickshaws.
All 71 of them painted in bright, beautiful colours, much like peacocks, wine throated hummingbirds, rainbow finches, and what not. My eyes were rather dazzled and while I was thus befuddled I was (am ashamed to say) ‘captured’ by these boisterous Rickshaw Runners.
palace (where I was quite at home it must be said) in a fine coating of dust, we
headed southwards. The view from atop the shaw was something to be relished
to be sure. Of course, there were a few hairy moments with oncoming trucks
and cows, but being made of sterner stuff than these Rickshaw Runners it never really bothered me too much. Indeed, it was quite amusing to see my team mates exiting the vehicle more than once with a mild tremor in their limbs. Pathetic.
Upon reaching Cochin the Runners all partied themselves into oblivion, whilst I snuck off to the backwaters to refresh my grimy and ragged coat which was in dire need of a damn good scrub. The adventure had tired me out a little it must be said, and so I willingly let myself be placed in storage for a couple of months of rest and relaxation. Ah! Finally some peace and quiet without the cacophony of horns and the excessive nattering of the foreigners. Though my English has improved greatly as a result. Can't you tell, just from the above? Go on then, pat my back...there, there and...there...
Mayhem on the roads...and off them. 
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