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.
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!?
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.)
Termorrer we're off in search of more heffalents. We'll be back soon.
Jock and Zeke