Day 12.
Something crawled in the room during the night.
PORRIDGE. Lots of.
Felt slow and grumpy.
Fixed that by going to the ZOO.
Clouded leopards, snow leopards, red pandas, asiatic bear, YAK, amongst other great animals. Stupid idiotic shouty public, winding animals up. Livid.
I am not entirely sure why we aren't going into the wildlife photography business.
Wandered back into toon.
Via an uber spicy chowmein and belated momos.
Met with Ditya, a saxophone genius of about 12 years old that i met last time. lovely kid. And his family. Who always feed me and tea me to the nines. We did do saxophoney things.
Another tea tasting sesh. This time at an official (=expensive) tea shop. Would've been fine if it weren't for the upper-middle class brits on a tea tour being pompous, raucous, a touch rumbustious and highly cringeworthy. The Eastenders theme and scratched skippy Kenny G tune bizarrely alternated on repeat repeat repeat repeat on the jukebox. Not good listening at the best of times. Gibbering wrecks in 5 minutes. Possible ethically sound form of torture to please the human rights campaigners? Me thinks so.
Had about 9 teas in total. Some were mmmm, some were nyuh, none were bleurgh. Pat loves his 2nd flush muscatels. Sam loves his darjo whites.
Went to bazaar, bit more tea bartering, sample obtaining. Bought a big green bag to transport some of the excess tea in. It was of the finest quality.
Payed the WHOPPING hotel bill (Not really whopping). Played a spot of poker with our skilfully hand crafted paper chips. Pat wiped the floor.
Dined Tibetanly - was heavy and warming. Joined by yet another delightful German and a Delhi-an photographer. Karan and Madha were their name-o's. Bed. At 9 pm. Ha.
There's weren't many visuals on the youngest and middle-est of us in this episode. So here's some footage of them waiting at a jeep rank.
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