Cups of creamy fresh yoghurt, served in earthen ware cups and deep fried chilli stuffed with cottage cheese and other things that I’m not able to remember added to the monkeys in the tree above us stealing bananas from the vendor. In the mean time, the traffic passed us by in it’s alarming constant stream punctuated by the sound off a hundred horns.
Oh my goodness, its while since I was able to devote time to the blog. Indeed, I did have a few problems with the internet. In Italy, I paid to have a superior room with good internet in my room. I nearly choked when they opened the door, It was very late, dark and I had been traveling for 15 hours from France to Amsterdam, back to France and then Italy… so I was in no mood to argue. The room was so small, with just a foot at the end of the bed, a foot on the left hand side and 2 feet on the right hand side where my desk was situated. "BUT madam", he said with a sweep of his arm, "You have a balcony" I popped through the door and there was a huge private balcony overlooking the suburbs of Rome and I thought, OK, I will forget that I saw we were next to the Chica Chica Boom Boom lap dance parlour and I can cope with the balcony. I …
