Darjeeling, North tip of West Bengal

This is planned to be the 5th stop on our trip of India.    Listen to the podcast.

http://media.theworld.org/pod/geoquiz/121820128.mp3

http://www.theworld.org/2012/12/india-protects-its-most-valuable-tea/

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/12/17/world/asia/darjeeling-tea-growers-get-protection-from-european-union.html

I'll be your mirror

Let me just continue this week with a strange theme of fraternal dedications.   First of all Lou Reed is a rock n Roll god.   Anyone who denies this is just ignorant.     Modern music would be no where without him and he is still alive.    

I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know
I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you're home

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you

I find it hard to believe you don't know
The beauty that you are
But if you don't let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you

I'll be your mirror

FF MILES

OK, but everyone needs a hobby.

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What about this guy?

And his name is Graham.   Graham Hughes

http://www.theodysseyexpedition.com/

I'd have loved to have done this first and I love the Vexillological angle.

For my Father

I've read this poem a dozen times and each time I get something new from it.     Poetry is funny.   So simple but yet so much like sunlight.    Always Changing.

I am sick o' wastin' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones,
An' the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;
Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,
An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?
                    Beefy face an' grubby 'and —
                    Law! wot do they understand?
                    I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
                    On the road to Mandalay . . .