13 January - Sandals & Sun

It’s that time of the year again, the one where I travel to a place where life is shitty in comparison to London and get reminded of extreme personal luck and freedom of growing up in the West and in possession of passport and cash. Yep, going to India. Yep it’s sunny there, but would you want to be ‘sold’ to your in-laws and have to be a servant to your mother in law FOREVER? Or be prevented by poverty/traditions from learning to read and write? No, didn’t think so. And yes, not wanting to offend the whole subcontinent but am not talking about professional classes in Bombay here.
Feel safe in India... never fancy anyone there for a start which frees up more time to read instead of arranging dates. Ok there are plenty of other tourists but if they appear to wear sandals throughout the year, cleary I avoid them.
Ok am off and have got the following precious lesson imparted by good friend Izzy ‘Do less that you did the day before’. Pretty valid on holiday that is…especially not a long one where the danger is to carry on living life at same pace as normal and traipse around, trying to fit it all in when in fact learning from the Buddha’s stance under a tree would be best. Shall try.