“How would you feel about moving to India?” asked the husband in an offhand way.
It got me to remembering my first grand adventure when my parents slipped me out of school for three months and we explored the sub-continent.
My parents got Delhi Belly, I didn’t.
I saw what a Thai lady can do with a ping-pong ball (I wandered into the cabaret by mistake).
I almost got swallowed alive by a folding bed.
It was amazing.
I sat and mused remembering when
I rode an elephant and then
I was ignominiously placed on a camel
And wept and wept holding on to the saddle
While my mother in fits of hysterical laughter
Snapped photos of my trauma for ever after
I remember the scent of sandalwood and cedar
Sweet Campa Cola and the fresh lime soda
Flocks of green parrots that filled the sky
And lurking vultures watching the road go by
I swung on a python and danced with a bear
Until even my father shuddered in fear
I sat in traffic waiting for cows
While drivers made an unholy row
I drank my tea with water buffalo milk
Not a flavour that went down like silk
I walked in the footsteps of ancient kings
I wore silver chains and bells and rings
I felt the mystery, the magic in the air
Hot spices and flavours to good to share
There were tigers watching from the trees
And monkeys that chattered and giggled at me
I wish I could take you there
And dance through the streets without a care