Packing...

It is 2.5 hours before we head off to heathrow, Edd has just started packing. Luckily he has written himself a list. The latest autocar magazine is the third item on it (after passport and ipad) but far above the clothes and black shoe polish (!?).

We fly out at 2.25pm. I can just about believe we're flying to India today, but am struggling to fathom that I'm going on holiday by a means of transport that doesnt't involve getting up before dawn.

Update: Packing seems to have been halted for the moment by the absense of a tub of nivea. Things are heading downhill quickly- Im being accused of hiding it. Luckily he has found a BMW I8 brochure, which also seems to now be joining us for the holiday, possibly in the place of the nivea.

We land in Bangalore at 4.00am tomorrow morning. Apparently the name Bangalore translates as 'town of boiled beans'. Sounds promising for breakfast- although not sure how Edd is going to cope without his cereal.

The nivea crisis is developing and Edd has asked me to make note of the fact he is now EXTREMELY unhappy that he cant find his pot of nivea. Although he has at least now reached the point of  folding the clothes and muttering he is employing 'great cunning' in his packing technique.

When we land we are going to hopefully catch a train to Mysore- which is about 3 hours away from Bangalore, its going to be a long day- especially if Edd can't find his Nivea.

Sequels are always tricky, sadly I struggled to find an Indian animal with as much -erm unique-charisma and ubiquity as a llama. (Although considering how sick of Llamas I was by the end of south america blog maybe that is a good thing. ) My greatest inspiration for travel writing is Harry Horse (if you havent read the last of the polar bears-you haven't lived). I considered writing up an expedition along the lines of in search of the wild Corgis. (We are off to the region of Coorg-where Im convinced Corgis must have come from.) But given the recent visit of William and Kate to the region I think they might have surreptitiously ticked that box. (Although I think there are parallels between the dog Ru and Edd...)  Mum suggested Tiger Lily and the lost boy, unfortunately on closer inspection Tiger Lily was american indian, which is a little confusing...

Anyway packing is almost done. Edd thinks the Nivea may have been left in Somerset, and we are almost ready for the off...