The Spanish Inquisition

You may not expect the Spanish Inquisition, but you can be sure that Indians will be pretty damn curious.

Thus today, through some fancy footwork, I narrowly avoided questions on the cost of my phone, laptop, hotel room (twice) and my age. In turn, I resisted asking where the taxi driver had found the “Finding Nemo in Pieces” chopped-up clown fish against a sea of deep blue and green plush velvet head lining; how the five nervous looking gentlemen in the cab next to us hoped to get to their destination in one piece, when the length of string holding the evidently full gas cylinders mostly in the boot and only inches off the floor, was so clearly inadequate; and, although I’m no medical expert, perhaps rather than poking it with a stick, the gentleman should get himself along to one of the numerous free clinics and have it looked at, or at least face the wall.

I did slip however and enquired as to why all the dogs have three legs. Apparently it’s because they’ve lost one….

~ by matthewgrey on 1 November, 2007.