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Kolkata, India

Coming out of the hotel this morning I was almost run over by a kid on a bike. That’s a nice bike, I thought. He should learn how to use the breaks though. Then I noticed it was my bike. I sold it to a guy who works in the hotel yesterday. I don’t know …

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Kolkata, India

I’ve given the bike away. Or sold it, but for 2500 Rupees, which is just over £30, to the guy who works in the hotel I’ve been staying in for the past two weeks. He’s been asking about it most of the time I’ve been here, seeing it sitting out the back not being ridden. …

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Sudder Street Internet Place, Kolkata, India

The trouble with coming to the internet place at lunch time is that I have to endure the smell and sounds of people eating curry right behind where I sit. (Whenever I come it seems to be someeone’s lunch time or dinner time or supper time.) At the moment the Spanish woman who works here …

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Kolkata, India

I’ve just been to the delivery place, planning to tell them that I’m not sending the bike back any more, I’m going to sell it to the guy in the hotel who has been asking about it virtually every day for the past week. He can only pay 3000 Rupees, but for him that’s two …

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Kolkata, India

It looks like I’ve found a place that’ll send the bike back to England. It’s going to cost 4000 Rupees (more than £50) but it’ll be a relief not to have it. I’ve hardly cycled at all since I got here and didn’t cycle much in Thailand so it’s really just been a burden, making …

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Kolkata, India

A guy comes around the internet cafe carrying a pot of burning incense and chanting things. A few people look up from their computers. The connection went down a few minutes ago so perhaps the chanting was to bring the network back. Seems to have worked. The little kid starts screaming his head off and …

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Kolkata, India

I didn’t tell anyone it was my birthday yesterday but three people asked me my age. It’s good to get used to saying it. 40. 40. 40. Walking down Sudder Street not really going anyone one of the woman with children beggars whom I’ve refused to give money on a number of occasions stops me …

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Kolkata, India

The old rikshaw puller asked me if I wanted a ride just now but I said I was just going down the road. Then he tried to sell me his bell, a round silver bell he wears on one finger and taps against the arm of his rikshaw as he pulls it, though I’ve never …