Can you believe it? Landed a great fare from Sanya to Zhengzhou for just 600RMB! Now, that might still be expensive by Indian standards – but remember this is a 3-hour flight from the southernmost tip to all the way in the north! And it tops what has been a really luxurious holiday! Ok, granted.
Today is the day for which Birdie and I came to Sanya. Birdie’s birthday! And today is the day that has left me in a strange paroxysm of rage. I know I am a bit of a strange head, if I may call it so. I act crazily, stupidly, and weirdly and add all the
Morning dawned here in Sanya in a haze of dusky dawn. The sun filtering its shafts through the roof of the sky. There was just no time to waste. None at all. To the beach. Jane’s Backpackers Hostel has to be among the best places I have ever stayed in. “Just a 3- minute walk
Saturday. Two classes that were such a waste. The first class barely a student turned up. Mr Ni came and looked around and was I think, embarrassed beyond belief. After all, it was he who insisted on these bizarre Saturday classes! Watched another round of movies. But the real movie was just beginning. Only just
It’s happening! Birdie and I are on our way to Sanya! Whoa boy! Who would have ever thought it possible! I have circles under my eyes but I am off to see circles in the sky. I have a mind on a leash…waiting to be freed to fly on the azure sea. Today has been
Countdown to Birdie’s Beach Birthday!
I wish someone would manufacture sleep in a capsule. “Take one capsule a day, madame.” And voila! No need to sleep at all! And we would have all the time in the world – time to work, time to relax, and time to party. Hmm…now I really wonder what it would be like to really
I would rather forget this day. But then, in writing about it on this blog, I am never going to forget it, am I? Strange the things we humans do. Strange the things that humans don’t do. It was a day of realizations for me: The new shampoo that Genius gave me doesn’t suit my
Mondays. I am confused. Is it the first day of the week or the second? Either ways, it isn’t the best day of the week for sure. Especially not today for me. I had the most awful night. It sounds poetic when I write this but believe me wading through bucketfuls of sleep and not
The weekend has reached the end of the road. How did it ever go by? These 48 hours that we so pitifully set aside as “our time.” And what hours it has been too! After a relatively sedate Friday morning, the evening exploded in a bang. Old memories of phone calls surfaced again. Unease in