Fresh from their rumble in the jungle, where they allegedly nagged and harassed the hell out of humans, deers, boids, porcupines and allegedly threw popcorn at the alligators/crocodiles while shouting "Ye r supposed to be extinct ye foocking dinosaurs", Grandpa Uncle Cheapo and Grandma Uncle Cheapo decided to change direction and go north.....and they decided on going as north as possible withour harassing the visa people............
thats right peops, the Cheapos went to Kashmir and Ladakh.
Apparently visiting Ladakh was one of Grandma Uncle Cheapo's top 5 girlhood dreams (she had a few dozens - quite a few of them involving a yet unborn Fat Uncle Cheapo becoming a successful, useful member of society...well those dreams turned out well)
Well the moment they decided on it, they started bugging their favorite tour operator and got them ticket thingies. Then they started bugging all and sundry for sleeping bags, jackets etc etc.
Then they started fighting (well they fight with almost everyone in the planet, and when there's no one around, they fight with themselves...just to keep in practice you know). Being gratly refreshed from the fight, they packed all their stuff.....enough provisions to act as the rescue team for a city under siege.....and toodled off.
Good for them, bad for almost everyone else.
Anyway, after converting a plane full of people into blithering nincompoops, they arrived in Delhi and proceded to spread their unique joy de vivre all around the capital. After their mission was complete, they proceded to Kashmir.
Till today, they claim that they didn't do anything there (apart from falling off a horse), but it is surely not a coincidence that immediately after their departure, the separatist movement gained such a big-ass momentum.
Anyway, then they went to Ladakh.
They were a wee bit tired by this time.....though that didn't stop them from going up places with low oxygen etc etc.
Thankfully, them Budhist monk types, being qualified to handle armageddon, wasn't carried away by the actions of the winsome twosome. They definitely were non-plussed though.
Having a flair for the dramatics (being very good actors and "dhoper kirton" specialists), they saved their best for the last.
It was while coming back down from the mountains. They were in a jeep. They were jumping up and down like an angry Uber on Fat Uncle Cheapo's extremely fragile foot.
Result - breakdown in the middle of nowhere.
Normal people would be worried, disturbed, distressed, frightened etc.
The awesome twosome declared: "Wuhoo".
They proceeded to treck to a nearby village. Upon reaching said village, they proceeded to harass the hell out of the villagers. Soon, they got the villagers to set up a tent and provide sleeping bags. They got the villagers to give them food and coffee.
And then they spooked the villagers by discussing the possibilities of renting a yak caravan to take them to Manali.
The villagers got so bewildered they sent out riders etc to all sides and got mechanics et all.....all in the dead of night....and fixed up the car.
So next morning, after partaking of breakfast-in-bed, they boarded the all fixed up and spruced up car and resumed their journey.
The villagers apparently had a huge bonfire and feast to celebrate the occassion.
There's got to be a part two?!
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