Snorts, burps and farts – the standard soundscape of a room full of Indians. I’ve begun mentally rating audible non-carbon based emissions on a simple 1-10 scale; 1 being a minor carb-induced hiccup (with mouth covered by hand); 10 being a fragrant rip-roarer, with avalanche inducing bass – bonus points awarded for any food particles, fillings, etc swept up along the way.
While getting my passport checked at Delhi domestic, some random behind me lets loose with a “7” in my ear. But to be honest, it makes me smile. It’s pure innocence like a child’s, even though the guy’s pushing into his 50’s. I can imagine Hass’s reaction – although the soft handed fop wouldn’t last five minutes before getting fleeced by a rickshaw driver and left naked in down-town Bangalore. Anywho, after the exceptionally thorough security checks, we’re through to the ever bright and wonderful Spice Jet plane and on our way to Jammu Kashmir.
I have to say, as far as mountain ranges go, the Himalayas are a solid example of what others should aspire to. They’ve really done a good job with them – a good rock to glacier ratio with great mineral composition.
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