Swarm!
We arrived at dusk, confused. Was the whole town one big fuck off brothel? Every single light, bar one (the sign on our hotel), was shrouded in a red shade.

Amsterdam on the border between Nepal and India? Bleary after a 14 hour train journey, we checked into the accomodation that was included in our two day journey onward and upward.

As we handed over our passports to be copied in triplicate, a couple of large beetles landed on my T-shirt, heavy enough to pull the sleeve.

The receptionist had a fan blowing from behind him, and he was constantly swatting away large grasshoppers, bodies the size of baby sweetcorn, as if this was perfectly normal. Inside a hotel.

It was getting dark. Our room wasn't ready so we took a (brief) look around. The name of the hotel was now illegible, such was the concentration of insects flocking around the light.

Upstairs, the room was dark. I had to clear the light switch of bugs before I could turn it on. Fuck me! If Indiana Jones was the direct descendant of Job, and god was in a playful mood, there couldn't have been more bugs. Huge grasshopers, flies, spiders, an entymolygists wet dream. Corpses everywhere, the blood from previous battle casualties reclaimed on the walls.

With my T-shirt over my mouth and nose, we set about clearing the bed - swept it, put the mosquito net we'd been carrying round with us flat on two plastic sheets we'd laid down, tucked it in, hung it up, brushed myself down...and spent the rest of the night watching the grass hopper olympics.

This place is where the Himalyas start to rise from the plains - insects get blown there - so maybe it is a brothel of sorts. (ducks) ;)
(Countryslicker, Mon 21 Jan 2008, 11:44, 1 reply)

a brothel for ducks?
... hmm, interesting.
(haberman is singing in the changes, Mon 21 Jan 2008, 11:59, closed)