Nick has decided that it’s time for us to move on from India.
Now.
He’s feeling racism first hand for the first time in 20 years of visiting India.
He blames Modi.
I won’t get into it now.
It’s ugly and causing Nick to eat Xanax for breakfast as each new day dawns here in Bangalore. He claims it is the only way he can face the day.
I don’t have any say in the move, not that I give a damn.
I just take the attitude - ‘whither thou goest’ - and crawl into my traveling case and pout until we land in some new country. I really don’t give a damn where we go as long as I get fed meat and have a place to write.
And kitty treats. There have to be kitty treats - to soothe my soul.
And the kitty sedatives I am force fed before boarding the plane - I love them. Makes the turmoil of the airport rather pleasurable.
So where to now?
I really want to go to Egypt, as I’ve been planning for a couple of years. Nick says, “No fucking way am I taking you to country where cats are gods. Your ‘catitude’ is bad enough.”
For now, we’ll run back to Saigon and reorganise. Maybe we’ll pop back to Canada.
Summer is beautiful in Canada.
#WeOuttaHere #AdoptDontShop #SlavaUkraini
Nick is feeling the racism in India first hand
Thanks!
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