1 hour before I purchased a flight ticket for my son Harry to come home, from America,

for Christmas 2012 in New Zealand, my very generous mother,

decided the entire family are going with her on her last overseas trip abroad.

Brother Craig chose India; his "spiritual home".

There is no place I want to go to less,

but if I want to see my sons Luke and Harry at Christmas,

I have to go.

This blog will tell the tale ...from start to finish.

Will I love India or hate it?

Monday, June 11, 2012

Run elephant run….

From: Friend Don

Sent: Tuesday, 12 June 2012 2:30 p.m.

Subject: RE: INDIA here we come

Get over it Girl, you are going...Craig W said of all the places he has visited and he has wandered around in a few, India is the place he would live. I'm not talking about the bloody over crowded cities and the helter-skelter ,but the hinter lands and outback where men are men and Sheila's exfoliate by rubbing themselves against an elephant for Christ's sake.

What's one runny arse compared to another when travelling...it all happens.

Annie you may meet the maharajah of your dreams and unload the motel onto the relatives as part of your dowry.

Look on the bright side........June is paying and you get to see your boys in EXOTIC Surroundings.

Hmmm…. Speak for your own runny arse -Ann

 

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