I spent four beautifully rain-soaked days in Mahabalipuram (or Mamallapuram, it doesn't matter; Although they need to make their mind up if you ask me) this weekend. Although we were visiting a historic temple site, culture didn't play a pivotal part in the holiday. Admittedly, I spent most of the trip scratching my head as to how i'd ended up in this bizarre situation: on holiday from my DAYJOB in the South of India with just 8 Swedish females for company.
I managed to catch most of the first Ashes test which completely bemused the Swedes. I think they were just jealous their climate isn't, and never will be, ready for cricket. Being a half-arsed cricket fan means i'm in a win-win situation anyway because I don't really care that much when England are crap but lap up the glory when we're good.
The rest of the trip was spent eating Western food because, after 5 weeks of nothing but the stuff, rice can piss off back to the rice farm as far as i'm concerned. How anyone can live without at least 3 potatoes a day is beyond me.
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