Floating above the paddy fields in an Indian helicopter, flashes of colour all around: painted elephants, greedy buffalo, colonial villas ruined by the sun and the vines. Everywhere we visit becomes short hand for somewhere else, other paths we have travelled: the blue/white houses of Panaji could be Portugal, the sleaze and sloppy pancakes of Calungate Benidorm, Vagator and Chapora’s Hampstead posse smugly smoking bongs on the beach with cows Kohs Samui or Pha-Ngan.
Travelling nowhere, but eating well; fish curries swell. Only I go to India and gain weight.
-From "The Cockroach Clause", first published @ The Writers Link (2001), and one of the stories in Mark Piggott's fiction/non-fiction collection "Militant Factions" available in paperback or Kindle from Amazon.