their turn’. He …‘mes down-via the stairs.
Keshav more than makes u’ for his lost
honour at the go-karting trƒ…. Helmeted
and goggled, our little S…Šuma…Š‡” shoots
ahead of the …‘’etition, jaw set, killer
instin…t blazing. Gaurika trails behind, and
he gives her no leeway however hard she
tries to overtake. I too have a •…‘re to settle
with my hubby, who had …alled me a fattu
for freezing on the ro’e bridge the
’revious day. I tear down the trƒ…k with
daredevil …‘‘Ž, leaving Dinkar marvel-
ling from the sidelines (I ho’e!). At the
e†Ǧ’oint, I say teasingly, “Why didn’t
you join usǫ Now who’s a fƒ––—ǫdz
We s’end our
first night in the Re’—„Ž‹… of
Ireland at the small and …Šarming Water’s
Edge hotel in Cobh. The evening tranquil-
lity is in …‘’Žete …‘ntrast to the
morning’s turbulen…‡ in Cork harbour.
Cobh is set in a ’‹…ture ’ost…ard …Ž‹…Š±,
all blue sky and bobbing boats. I …ƒn
stret…h my arm out and almost tou…h
the Coast Guard tug just outside our
window. It has been a day of high adrena-
lin. Now the …Š‹ldren don’t want anything
more adventurous than …urling u’ in bed
in front of the TV.
The sun is still shining at 7 ’ǡ so Dinkar
and I eš’Žore the quaint seaside town.
Later, we too don’t want anything more
than dessert and a …Šan…‡ to sit quietly
together. Our hotel’s …‘ˆfee sho’ grants
both wishes. Dinkar gets to smoke another
…‹gar when we ste’ out on the ’”ivate ’ier,
and sit …‘…‘‘ned in the silen…‡, gazing at a
starry ’in…ushion of a sky, our hair
ruf
fled by the breeze ski’’ing off the Atlant‹….
Gaurika at The Wheel
Go-Karting Trabolgan Holiday Village
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