First things first

I tell a story about whatever I want to children between 6 and 12 years of age most days on the busride into my daily inebriation test. 4 hours of sleep doesn't seem to be cutting it anymore, well, it never did, but I'm getting tired of running on a quarter steam, so its time to recharge the batteries for a week or so.

I think my brain is in the middle of one of those gastronomical nightmares you can only find in India...

This weekend, to some waterfalls, I don't really know where, but I know they cost money to get to, money to eat at, and money to get back from, so they better be good, because money is not something I have. I would ask if I could ride on the top, but I know the roads and especially the highways around here, and its definitely not worth trying to do anything without a soft seat and two or three handgrips.

The flower party last night was pretty lowkey, reminded me of a Mexican parade mostly... But I had the most amazing meal (too much of the most amazing meal as I found out later when I couldn't move) It was this Curry/masala dish called kaja masala... and consisted of a light brownish thick curry sauce/gravy mixed with vegetables and fried cashew nuts. My god, I thought I was in heaven, a light taste somehow mixed up with a heavy texture that managed to stimulate all the olfactory organs, and every taste bud I thought I had lost over the years. Nothing like indian food to wake up the cuisiniere in you.

Tired...