Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Hooray, we are in Injar

Yawn, yawn, "Is it ever going to happen?" I asked Zeke.  A little beady eye opened, "Nope, I cain't say that I think it will Jock.  I jess think they're pulling our legs." "I think you're right, but I tell you what my littler friend, I'm not taking my eye off these cases for ANYTHING."
And then then suddenly we were on a tuge, TUGE, big nairyplane up in the sky. 
Here we are a reading of the me and you.  You see which ever side of it we sat it was that page is for me and that page is for you, 'cos the one that got "you" hadn't a clue 'cos it was written in funny squiggles (Arabic bear. arabic). Whatever, we couldn't make head or tail of it even trying to read it right to left!  Well, that would have been the correct way to read it, but I doubt if you'd have made sense of it anyway.

Well, maybe not, but once we'd got ourselves outside that wine, it all seemed so much easier to read.

We arrived in Bangalore in time to get to our hotel so that the tired out humans could get a zizz. Silly peeps - Zeke and I were ready to rock and roll. (I'm not surprised after the consumption of that wine. Not so much knockout drops, as knockout glugs!)

Here we are on our balcony, watiently paiting for the staff to get their act together, 'cos it was overdue time for a snackeral. 

So we sat down and I thought we'd have to eat that pretty flower, but then some ickle crips and spicy peanuts arrived.  Well, they were nice, but I thought, "Is that it then?  The famous Injun cuisine?"  (Bear,  I have told you it's India and Indian.) Oh, have I been getting it wrong? Yep. WHATEVER.  (No, sorry you have to get it right!) Oh, alright then Mr TEECHUR. 

Then, just as we wus despairing, in comes a couple of delicious plates of tandoori delicacies. We left the boring veggies to the humans and tucked into the koftas and the chicken.  Yum, though here was a bit of a scrap over that third kofta. His nibs had to get involved. He solved the debate, 'cos HE ATE IT. Can you imagine!?

After we'd had our fill a nice man called Joe came and took us to a big garding called the Lalbagh, and we got to ride on a heffalent.
Then, this morning we found another one in the hotel and we got to ride it too.  This was just before we left to travel to Mysore - No I'm not, nor is Zeke!  Ha, ha, ha - get it M y sore?  (Don't give up the day job.)

Well we travelled a lot and saw birds and things and paintings of heffalents, but none to ride on, so when we got to Mysore we had to have a little something (As you do.). Indeed we do. So this was some Mango Lassie (Lassi) Well, you know what I mean, a mango yoghurt thingy and some mango cheesecake. Yummy.

Termorrer we're off in search of more heffalents. We'll be back soon.


Jock and Zeke

Sunday, 16 March 2014

NEARLY, NEARLY NEARLY time to be going

Hi,  I bet you've missed us - Zeke and me I mean.

Well, things are getting very tociting in our hug at the monument. Piles of clothes every which way and camera bags and shoes and suitcases - cor flip when will we be going?  (next weekend my little friend).  WHAT? A whole week! S'not fair we say.  (Be patient it will be worth it.) Better be, is all I can say.

We've been waiting absolutely AGES to go.  Good grief it was all booked last August. Since the beginning of the year it's been a slow build up.  First four, yep that's right, four trips to Manchester to get the visas sorted, then the tickets arrived, then the clothes and stuff started to come out, and so, when the suitcases came down from the loft, Zeke and I decided to make sure we weren't forgotten, so here we are sitting patiently (that'll be a first!), yes, patiently waiting on top of the biggest suitcase just to make sure.
You can see all the chassis behind us and there's no fear we'll be going over there - a bear or even two bears could get buried in all that stuff. Anyway, we're good and ready, all we need is for our humins to get their act together.  (Sorry bear, we have another week of work and I'll be in London. I'm leaving you behind just so there's no confusion when next weekend comes.) Tohind, TOHIND, well it's only boring London, so I' rather make sure I get to Injar, so that's alright then.

Keep a lookout and maybe we'll get to feature while we're still away.  He says it's all to do with broadband access, whatever that means, something technicalical and I 'spect he'll be too busy looking at his photies and seeing things to write about us, but you never know.

Hugs until we write from foreign parts.