More about the trip to Asia tomorrow but I couldn't resist the blurred picture of the Funky Monkey Tattoo Studio taken in Delhi. If only I'd been thirty years younger ! One of the hotels provided their guests with no less than eight different mobile phone chargers.That makes life on the road much easier.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Two or three times a year a ferocious hot desert wind, the Autan, sweeps across the mediterranean from North Africa. It blows relentlessly for three or four days then disappears homewards just as quickly as it came. Its brute strength generates a hail storm of acorns and rips the red and gold leaves from the trees . Today is one of those ferocious 'Autan' days. Wilf and yours truly wandered unsuspectingly out onto the lane to be met by searing conditions more reminiscent of the Sahara than the gentle South West of France. Seven in the morning and its already 24 degrees. Wilf stood in the middle of the track, eyes closed, head held high, nose to the surging wind breathing in the scents and smells of a different continent - souks and medinas, saffron and orange groves. Transported to Morocco or Algeria he stood transfixed, lost in a reverie of his own imagining. Completely immovable. When a PON decides he's not going to move nothing, but nothing, will move him. The French word for stubborn is tetu. If ever we get another PON that will be a leading candidate for a name.