I’ve not travelled much since hmm…. Forever it seems. I resort to watching frowny faced presenters in knitwear that even myopic aunts would baulk at giving as presents visit remote parts of Britain to live amongst refugees from parallel universes, learning first hand that eating nettles and weaving your own breakfast is wearying.
So when offered the chance to allow myself to run alongside three women d’un certain age as they circled a large chunk of India, via the medium of a book, some crafty piccies and my imagination, I took the plunge.
Barb, Jaya and Janine might not be the three graces, or even subplots in some Shakespearean drama involving daggers, peripatetic woods and some untimely ripping, but they neatly counterpoint each other as they journey around several famous forts, temples and quaint hotels. They shop, shout and shoot respectively, eating vigorously, leaving their driver to consider a wider range of career options and finding themselves stars in their own soap opera.
I loved every minute, even though I just know that hitching a ride with these three would lead to the sort of unintended consequences that might have me hieing myself hence to a nunnery, or at the very least wishing I’d listened to my mother. These are full on exploits that only highly intelligent, self confident woman near the bonkers end of the mentally esoteric spectrum can endure and we are fortunate that Barb Taub has hidden her serious side to act as team scribe.
Please Don’t Ask For Extra Glasses is book two in a series involving our three Amazonians with Attitude – the first – Do not wash hands in plates – was equally compelling. Please give them both a try. I pretty much guarantee you’ll both love the books and be asking when they intend repeating the trick so you can make sure not to clash on the dates.
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