Woke up with a big blister on the bottom of my foot. It hurts. For along long time I couldnt find the first aid kit. We both sat on the bed wanting to blame and murder the other person. Admittedly the first aid kit was meant to be in my rucksack but in my defence i was really quite ill when we left Agra and just shoved everything i could find in it.
After a long stressed morning we found it under the pillow on our bed "see it wasnt in my rucksack" I joked. Though it seems we didnt bother investing in blister plasters. "We decided it was a con and that we could just use normal plasters" Giselle reminded me. Ohhh stupid past me.
I don't think i ever bothered mentioning this in my previous blogs but while we were in Nepal people kept on calling me 'Sir', now i didnt think it was personally aimed at me, but the longer i stay here the more concerned i get that they may think im actually a man.
Hobbling through Jaiper nice and sweaty and not feeling the most attractive i've ever felt. Two men in a rickshaw came and swerved past me, "Nice mustache! hahaha".......oh :( Giselle looked like it was the funniest thing anyone had ever said, EVER. Me on the other hand am now more paranoid by the day that my little moustache is more prominent than i would like it to be... it also put me in a foul mood.
Giselle was very excited about seeing the Observatory and it was very exciting. It was however very very sunny which meant i was practically forced to where my prescriptioned sun glasses which aren't the most fashionable thing to put on your face (I'm sure they made mustache look good though). "If you hold onto my arm you could look like a blind person" Giselle told me as though to make me feel better, thanx Gis, I stated that it would be pointles for a blind person to go to an Observatory.
We wondered around dotting from one bit of shade to the next. We also saw the largest sundial in the world, it was very big. We were looking at the last sun dial when two guys walked up to Giselle and asked for a photo, Gis clearly said one, they took it, then one of them put his arm round her, Gis wasn't impressed. They went away and then returned because the other one wanted a photo with her, she kindly said yes (I would of definitely yelled at them to leave me alone by now.) I left them to it. Then one of them asked for a kiss, Giselle said no, but he went to go kiss her one on the cheek anyway and tried to get a photo of it. Me being a big stress head yelled at them. "SHE SAID JUST ONE PHOTO!" then grabbed Giselle and we went. I'm certain the two guys hate me, but they were most definitely pushing their luck.
On the way back to the Hotel we passed a guy prodding man who was half slumped up against a wall and half laying on the ground. We didn't want to hang around as there was already a small crowed forming. The man on the ground had clearly past away. I didn't know the difference between a sleeping man and a man who had just died could be so different, but he was completely lifeless.
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