Title Tributed to Two Sisters!

So two months just flew right by, and our tour of India is now officially over. India was amazing and I know that I have to go back at some time in my life to finish up what I couldn't manage this time around. The Indian heat was unbelievable, making me reach levels of perspiration I thought only possible at double my age and four times my weight. My addiction to "snus" has been replaced by an addiction to "Chaini Khaini" which is the Indian equivalent to snus in smaller sachets but I guess they pack a much more lethal punch, as they can sometimes leave me with blistering gums, I Like! The smells in India are a constant factor, mostly ranging between shit and shit which has been lit on fire, but it's not as bad as it sounds and I think I will actually miss them. Pondecherry was a really nice town but more surprisingly so was Calcutta. The 34 hour trip from south to north (bus and train) didn't cause much trouble as I slept through much of it. However we did get one pleasant surprise as Miriam and Isabelle managed to get tickets on the same train as us and thus our farewell was once again postponed. By coincidence we arrived in Calcutta on the second and final day of the holy festival "Holi." I don't really know what significance the festival has but it does give the locals an excuse to get hammered and cover eachother with different coulored paints, we all managed to turn the coulor pink for the day (and partly the day after as it prooved quite difficult to get the paint out of your skin and hair.) We strolled around Calcutta for two days, seeing some touristy bits like the Victoria Memorial and Mother Teresas so called motherhouse and even managed to get the first real rain in over two months when the skies opened producing a surreal lightning show. But as it goes all good things must come to an end, and on Thursday night we eventually said our goodbyes to the two fantastic sisters who have accompanied us since Palolem, without whom I can't imagine how the trip would have gone but I can guarantee you it wouldn't have gone down this well. So now it's just the two of us, back on Khao San Road in Bangkok, which is still as chaotic, but it's nice to know that some things don't change. Marcus and Isabelle (devoted readers may remember these characters from my last epic travels in Siam, female character not to be confused with the younger sister whom I just met recently in India) are on their way north from Phuket to Bangkok as we speak, and it will be nice to meet familliar faces which we haven't seen since 2008.