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Published: July 12th 2007
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(Apologies... First one was double!)
As we emmerge out of the busy railway station, we are confronted with a sea of offers to buy, ride, see, eat, you name it, we were offered it. In his good Australian manners, Gordon began politely refusing the rounds, his left hand beside him stretched out to signal decline. “No thanks mate, no thanks mate.”
As we snaked our way along, one of the old men turned to me and said, “Why your friend call me Ismail?”, referring to a name common in the Muslim culture. I looked at him curiously, at first not understanding. Then, listening to Gordon's chorus ahead of me, I realised what the old man was referring to; he, along with surely quite a few other Hindu men, were under the impression that the slurred phrase 'thanks mate' actually meant 'ismail'. I smiled as I thought of how confused these old fellows must be with a white, nevertheless-British-looking man, bestowing on them a name out of their rival religion.
Now, Gordon sits before me on the 4 hour delayed train, and sings melodies of food, as his rubbling stomach is still accustomed to the Aussie way of eating. “Mmmh, chicken, I could eat a whole chicken. Look at all those steaks running around out there, and the pelicans flying low with gravy boats in their mouths. Oh, imagine it, a big Christmas dinner right now.” He has a glint in his eye as he teases me about chocolate crepes and other delicacies.
He pauses for a moment in his crazy mutter; people are getting on and off the train at a stop we have pulled up at, buying packaged marie biscuits and the like. I ask why he doesn't get something also. He stares dreamily out of the window; “a meal is so much nicer if one must wait in anticipation”.
It seems that Gordon, like India, is also full of contrasts.
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Ann
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hello
Enjoy reading your articles and glad you are looking after 'my Gordon' - for those who keep asking who he is - he is OURS!! the equal best guy under 60 in the world (we have two sons). Ich kann auch Deutsch schreiben wann du willst aber Gordon kann es nicht verstehen. Hope you are surviving the heat and am still laughing about the flying gravy boats - I agree with a comment that having people in your articles makes them heaps more fun. Cheers Ann