Packing

Well, taking a moment off from the orgy of gluttony and rubbish telly which is my Xmas, I thought I should probably do some preliminary packing for the trip. After all, I’ve seen this Bond film at least a dozen times (Spoiler Alert: The bloke with the hollowed-out volcano does it) so it’s the perfect time to sort out a pair of pants and toothbrush. Unfortunately, India does have a reputation for gastro-intestinal unpleasantness so as you can see, I’ve packed a few rolls of Andrex and something to read whilst it’s all going on.

A few tools, a map of India and a local phrase book. What more could I really need?

[Hang on a second - I don’t remember this bit from any of the Bond films: James is dressed as some sort of Chinese bear and is doing improbable karate moves!  It’s either a weird 1960s, drug-fuelled Director’s Cut or the dog has sat on the remote again and we’re watching Kung Fu Panda. 
But I digress......]

Kerala and Tamil Nadu are a bit far south for mosquitoes so no need for anti-malarials. However, there is a tiger reserve en route so just in case, I’ve packed a jar of tiger balm which should keep them away. At least I think that’s what tiger balm is for - If I’m wrong and it’s the big-cat equivalent of Vaseline, I may have to wear double underpants. 

Dirty, dirty kitties!