Holy Cow.
First day of a 2 month trip round India- walking through the packed streets of Delhi both scared sh*tless and extrememly excited at the same time.

There's cows everywhere in India, just roaming the streets in a don't give a sh*t manner, calm as hindu cows, er, well thats what they are... thousands of the buggers. Anyway, the skinniest, boniest, most manky cow i've seen in my life stumbled across the street like some sort of zombie beast forcing locals to flee in all directions. It headed sraight towards me and delivered a massive powerful headbutt right to the top of my thigh- had i not had the agility of a chinese gymnast it would have got me right in my nads!!

Now if i'd been in England I would have punched it right in it's bovine mouth and hoofed it in the udders, but I figured when in rome and all that... best not get stoned on my first night (stoned tortured, not stoned high). I had to smile, pretend I'd been blessed, then limp back to the hotel (fleapit) to lie down and come as close to crying as I have since EPMD split up.

I had a bruise the size of a football and was limping all the way to Kerala.

Since my return to the UK I have eaten steak every day- rare!! Karma!

India is still the best place I've ever been. By a long way.
(chesterdrawers, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 18:18, Reply)