India and the Great Cannonball Run.

… It is a warm Thursday afternoon and we have just rolled into Anjuna. We have to drop the bike off this afternoon but first we are going shopping in the flea market in Anjuna town. Then we are going to sit down and make our plans in solid water. We have 17 days left before my visa runs out for India. In this time we have 9 cities, and 8 places of interest to visit, 4 flights, umpteen train and bus journeys. Inter-spliced with this we need to obtain visas for Pakistan, and enquire into visas for China. Oh and it’s my birthday.

So it’s time to roll up our sleeves and take deep breaths. Thus begins the Great Indian Cannonball Run of Merryl and Philip...

Like a clock reflected in a mirror darkly, time is constantly passing through distorted perception, it is fractured and fragmented, shards and discards of moments I am now recalling. However the human mind interprets a fractured mirror. Perception is the beginning of a process of you lying to you. By the time you have taken a percept and subjected it to the many required unconscious processes in order create a memory, it is completely distorted. That’s the way the mind works. That is how we remember things: Wrongly.. fantabulously… it is a well-known fact that eye-witness testimony is one of the most unreliable forms of evidence. This testimony I am recording here is a fractured splinter of my overactive mind. But as far as I believe, it is the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth… after a fashion.