Alicia Thompson

And Now For Something Completely Different

It’s after 6 pm in the evening but the heat still hits me when I step over the plane’s threshold. Whoa…the jumper that has been my loving companion for the last four weeks in northern India suddenly feels claggy and stultifying.

My taxi driver, Joy, is efficient in getting me loaded into his waiting Ambassador. We’re almost ready to go but he notices me fossicking around.

‘Seatbelt?’ he asks pleasantly.

‘Yes,’ I look up at him, ‘you have one?’

He shakes his head and smiles as if this is his little joke.