Goodbye Green and White
Words by - Johnny Bang
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Shaun is gone today and I miss him the maximum amount a bloke can miss another bloke without it being gay (not that there’s anything wrong with that).
We had found a McDonalds within walking distance and planned a goodbye breakfast. When we got there it was shut until 11am (ever heard of mcbreakfast you mcfuckers?) so we walked back to the hotel. I found a street vendor serving outlaw banana smoothies. I called it an outlaw smoothie because of the food prep rules he broke making it (used dirty glass, in blender that still had the remnant of an old smoothie, with unfiltered ice and using his hands). Ah well, I wasn’t going to waste my $1 and it was delicious regardless.... Morning guy wants this smoothie – the after affects are a problem for night guy.
We split about 10am – Dan and Luke were headed north to the Pakistan border and Shaun was headed south to Mumbai for freight, having been unable to secure an elusive Pakistani visa. We were hoping to see Shaun as soon as Iran but he didn’t sound too committed. It felt like it was a goodbye for longer than a few weeks.
Dan and I had a fairly standard day of dodging death on Indian roads, stoping once for Dan to argue with his loved ones on the phone, while I entertained locals with my apparently photoworthy looks and laughter inducing accent.
We stayed in another hotel because we couldn’t find anywhere quiet enough to camp in the Indian countryside this afternoon. We scored a hotel by finding cheap internet special and arrived to a brief argument with reception about them giving us the cheap, internet advertised price. This place was fancy - the kind of fancy where well-dressed bellboys aggressively insist on taking your dirty bike bags to your room, and then awkwardly loiter around said room for a tip, eventually leaving disgruntled and giving you poor service for the remainder of your stay. It was awesome but camping in fields is much easier.
We had found a McDonalds within walking distance and planned a goodbye breakfast. When we got there it was shut until 11am (ever heard of mcbreakfast you mcfuckers?) so we walked back to the hotel. I found a street vendor serving outlaw banana smoothies. I called it an outlaw smoothie because of the food prep rules he broke making it (used dirty glass, in blender that still had the remnant of an old smoothie, with unfiltered ice and using his hands). Ah well, I wasn’t going to waste my $1 and it was delicious regardless.... Morning guy wants this smoothie – the after affects are a problem for night guy.
We split about 10am – Dan and Luke were headed north to the Pakistan border and Shaun was headed south to Mumbai for freight, having been unable to secure an elusive Pakistani visa. We were hoping to see Shaun as soon as Iran but he didn’t sound too committed. It felt like it was a goodbye for longer than a few weeks.
Dan and I had a fairly standard day of dodging death on Indian roads, stoping once for Dan to argue with his loved ones on the phone, while I entertained locals with my apparently photoworthy looks and laughter inducing accent.
We stayed in another hotel because we couldn’t find anywhere quiet enough to camp in the Indian countryside this afternoon. We scored a hotel by finding cheap internet special and arrived to a brief argument with reception about them giving us the cheap, internet advertised price. This place was fancy - the kind of fancy where well-dressed bellboys aggressively insist on taking your dirty bike bags to your room, and then awkwardly loiter around said room for a tip, eventually leaving disgruntled and giving you poor service for the remainder of your stay. It was awesome but camping in fields is much easier.
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