The politest and bravest of our friends haven’t been able to sit through the 1000 or so pix and videos of the four weeks and three days Krazy Kym and I spent in India, Nepal and Hong Kong.
The neighbours got through about 300 before they remembered an urgent sock draw-sorting appointment.
You (or “youse pigs”, as TLA disgracefully refers to you) are a captive audience, but fear not: I have chosen 11 images which I hope sum up our sojourn.
I was told off for taking this pic. Nothing like cold tongue for breakfast.
Somehere in India. Nothing like a luke-warm Dolly Juice.
You can buy the finest fashion flange in Delhi.
Rude graffiti is rare in India, so seeing this at a religious place was refreshing.
I couldn’t afford it: Delhi.
No Diet Cock in Khajuraho.
The touts are bad enough – but when a Steve Carrell lookalike gets on your bus? Agra.
After a few local gins in the Kunti things got a bit hairy! The staff at this Kathmandu buttonholed me with a complaint form an English guy filled out. He was outraged he couldn’t take a drink from the Kunti Bar into the dining room. He actually wrote Kunti Room several times! I advised the staff to bin it.
This is on what was Freaky Street, Kathmandu. Of course if this was in Teh Pert scoop would be replaced with poop overnight.
This Buddha Air bag got quite a workout, let me tell you.
Repulse Bay, Honkers: another place with not much graffiti. I hoped a Chineser HKer was so outraged by the stock photography from Canada with white people he got to work with a texta.
What does TLA say? Worst bell? Worst hell. Wot-eva.