And our love become a funeral pyre

We left Ranthambore (https://wordpress.com/post/fivemilesout.home.blog/1749 ) by train with Dad and I both ill (as well as around twelve others out of our group of 27).  They even overcharged us on the bar bills, I had managed to down several lagers while confined to my room with a terrible stomach.  There was space on the trainsContinue reading “And our love become a funeral pyre”

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