We seem to be spending a fair chunk of our time waiting for things.
Trains, meals, drinks, for the bloody page to open on this archaic computer!
How the two of us are dealing with this is something worth note:
- Dan, at times, is happy to wait, and just read a book or the menu. However, more often the case he persistently moans about the temperature in this HOT country, and blames the incompitency of the Indian waiter/service industry/shop assistant/hotel clerk. (Delete as applicable)
- I, on the other hand, as expected, behave a bit like a child. I get fidgety, over excited, attracted by colourful things passing by, and ultimately, I'm sure, an annoying brat. (Despite the obvious fact I am now 22 and should probably have grown out of this my now.)
This provides a very interesting team dynamic, and has thus far kept us pretty much sane and safe. Whist I bounce around and point out an elephant passing us in the street for the eighteenth time that day, Dan sits, nonchalantly, ignoring that and me, so eventually I have to calm down because I'm not getting the attention I crave.
He's like my Dad. He sits quietly, occasional mumbles a whinge or a whine, but does not dwell on them, and we laugh about it together. (If I understand what he's going on about.) It means that I have not been attacked by a monkey yet, and we can sit in a restaurant or bar with other people, without having to leave early because I have drunk too much Pepsi.
Our little team is working at the moment, and as we set out this afternnon for our first day train with just the two of us, not having Jazz along to play with, whether or not we are still talking at the end of it is another matter.
Although we managed the flight....this should be a piece of cake then -