by Nic Olson
I change my mind more than a teenaged girl that loves rap and goes to church.
Manipur. Look it up on a map. Chances are good that you don’t know where it is. I was there and I barely know. When i first arrived, i was quite upset. It wasn’t at all India, not the India I love. But at the same time, it wasn’t at all Mizoram, not the Mizoram I love. It was like an unhappy medium, where everyone had guns and split-up churches.
The place seemed to have heavy christian influence, but disturbances causing murders and strict curfews were still in effect. It’ll make you wonder. It really will. Will it?
I only get really sick when I eat at friend’s houses. Street food doesn’t phase me, but when Indians make Indian food in a way that regular Canadians can eat, then it just rips me apart. They call it ‘loose motions’. Sounds like a Holly Springs song. I am dizzy writing this, pinching off a steady liquidy stream for the past hour. And my $2.50 hotel last night didn’t offer very luxurious toilet systems (it seemed to flush what I dispensed into it…)
I love it. I dread settling down and staying somewhere for more than a week, but that’s life. But not mine. But is it?
Aizawl is nice. Not as nice as I remember it, but still, nice. A second home just isn’t the same when you are alone and as weak as my bowels.
Best opener ever. I’m likely living in the city, Saskatoon, or Regina; you should come live with me when you get back. when you coming back?
yeah man, lonely city huh. well thinking of you ma man. the d’s are unreal.wow.e.
nic i just wanted to tell you i like your blog. its entertaining and somewhat confusing. hope your travels continue to be full.