When you're a jet...

We're in Delhi walking through some markets when Prash spies a fantastic leather jacket he likes and asks the price. After about forty seconds of rapid-fire bargaining that I could barely follow he's got the guy down to a ridiculously low figure and tries on the jacket, which looks so amazing that I completely forget about all my vegetarian tendancies and get him to get me exactly the same one. As a matter of fact I was getting sick and tired at that point of the holy bovines lording it up all over the place like they run the country or something. Letting go of huge puddles of liquid cowpoo on your shoes or swinging their heads to gore you as you dare to pass them in the street. They think they're so damn good because nobody can touch them, we'll see about that...

Here's us looking all tough and not-afraid-of-street-wise-cows: