Two grown men and a goat pass by on a motorcycle. But who drives?
Today marks my one month in India. I am now a grown ass man with a belly filled with dosas and aching teeth from all the sugar everywhere, all the time. So many people told me about the culture shock. How India is a crazy place and to brace for impact.
Once again folks, an old lesson rings true:
Don’t listen to anybody and go check it out for yourself.
Prior to India, I spent a month and a half in Mexico. Both have so much in common I was surprised by it.
Replace cheese with sugar
Replace tortillas with dosas
Replace spanish with an unknown (to me) Indian language and Voilà:
Same shit, different continent.
I’ve got to say though, the Mexican arts and culture we’re more present, at least from my minimal experience of a month. Out here in southern India, I haven’t found music nor art, outside of the temple decorations and masterful craftsmanship that is.
I will keep looking for my kin.
I’ll let you know when I find them.
On the food and beverage side of life, both have many similarities. There are food stands everywhere filled to the brink with carbs. For a cheap price you can eat like a king, a.k.a ‘’way too much’’.
On the coffee side of town, Mexico wins by very very very far. By that, I mean, if there ever was a contest between the two countries to decipher who had the best coffee, India would’ve overslept, missed the whole ordeal and lost.
I know, I keep writing about coffee and all. You know, my writing is usually half inspiration and half caffeine. Takes a minute to get used to it, forgive me.
Back to the real issue at hand.
Man number one was driving, the goat was in the middle and man number two in the back.
Pure science. I love how crazy the driving is around here. It truly is a sight to wonder upon.
It can get so freakin’ hot out here this time of year. One night, as I was watching a movie, a scene came up. The scene was this: cold, wet mid-december heavy snow in a city.
I had a proverbial hard on
For snow
For cold
For icy roads that make you dance shakily
I truly am a man of the north.
Consider me melting. In southern India. In the hottest months of the year.
Bobcat reporting for duty!
