1st Post: Plane Food

Its probably a little ridiculous that I genuinely looked forward to the plane food than actually getting to India. And f*ck me was I right to. Plane food is amazing; not only does it break up the journey but its actually pretty bloody good, and whats more you never know what you're to get, so its also quite exciting. I knew I was in India the moment the plane hit the ground. Everyone applauded, cheered and sang a song. It was like a mini-festival. Then, contrary to the several firm demands from the cabin crew, everyone proceeded to switch on their phones, get out of their seats, take their bags down and have piss. Literally the second the plane touched down. Indian people just don't have he same kind of inner fear drummed into them like us westerners have; if you're on a plane and you see the person sitting next to you on the phone, you'll most likely ask him what the bloody hell he thinks he is doing - he is possibly (but almost definitely not) putting everybody's life in danger. That person might as well be satan. Not the same in India. It was the same in the taxi on the way to Tasker's flat; a car parked in the middle (and I mean, the middle) of a dual-carriageway. Two lanes of traffic on either side narrowly swerve to avoid him. He seems to be taking a piss by the side of the road. No one cares. India smells like India, I've been trying to put my finger on it but I just can't. I think it mainly a mixture of rubbish, shit and car-fumes, but with some spice thrown in. Whatever it is, I bloody love it. Inevitably, getting a taxi to Tasky's house was a nightmare, but I found it in the end. Tasker lives in the ghetto but it feels perfectly safe. He pays around 100 quid for a room in a decent appartment in Delhi, all bills included. It makes me want to live here.