Matheran, India. March 2012
Except there were two horses. Oh no. It couldn’t be, surely?
Of course it could
Matheran, India. March 2012
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Apparently I’m extra slow today – I see two pictures of two horses, one with “FACEBOOK” on the saddle, one with “TWITER”.
Apart from a misspelling, what am I missing?
Derp! Smited! (Presumably for mention of brand names?)
Repent ye sinners! For the end is nigh!
I believe the third horse, (not shown here), is called Disqus.
Slow Saturday. Matheran is a “Hill station” half way between Mumbai and Pune – that is a town on the top of a mountain where the British (and also the Parsis particularly in this place) would go in order to be more comfortable when it got too hot and humid at sea level. There is a cute little two foot gauge “toy train” that takes you from the bottom of the mountain to the top – it takes two hours to travel 20km, but one ascends over 800m in that time and the turns are tight – a sign at one of the stations claims that these are the tightest turns on any railway anywhere. The views from the top of the mountain are spectacular, and it remains a very popular place to go on short visits from the two cities. Motorised transportation is not permitted in the town, which leaves walking, human powered rickshaws, and horses to get around. The horses all have cutesy English names of the kinds that little girls give to horses written on the sides of their riding gear, as in the photo. Except that they are now apparently naming them after social networks, which is deeply disturbing.
That is bizarre. A six legged horse portending the end time? Everybody knows Sleipnir had eight.
The second one was a horse of a different color.
I’d just go straight to the horse’s mouth.
I suppose to finish this off, we should call the fourth horse of the apocalypse Binky. Better than Reddit or Tumblr or YouTube or whatever.
Or maybe NHS Direct. Shiver.
And a belated thanks to Michael or whoever for fixing my original comment. Cheers.
It could be. And don’t call me ‘Shirley’.