More Excuses

Greetings, readers. May the beneficence of a thousand gold-eyed tortoises shine upon you.

I am writing today to tell you why I am not writing tomorrow. This is after all a blog about traveling in South Asia, and I am not in South Asia.

OK, that might be stretching it a bit. I am in the town of Leh, which is here. The locals proudly claim that they are part of Central Asia, which based on the surroundings I won't dispute, and they even have a Central Asian museum.

In fact, I plan on writing about this plenty (and catching up with my previous exploits, as usual), but since this entails paying for satellite internet at 90 RUPEES PER HOUR, my dazzling wit and penetrating insights into the universal foibles of humanity so tellingly illuminated on the Indian street will have to sit in my notebooks until I find an economical way of going about this. Time is money, and let's face it, you weasels aren't worth $2.05 of my time for every half-post about stepping in yak shit. Might I suggest you find something else worthwhile to read for a spell? I hear the Twilight series is also very good, in that it is also like reading about stepping in yak shit.

As always, your faithful narrator-demigod,
-GFB