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Gin, A Travel Story


Not even Winston Churchill’s memoirs about India could prepare me for the enthusiasm of my host to get thedivinemissk drunk.

I was at a wedding in Delhi. The Brigadier General from the Indian Army stood before me, pointing at my half-empty glass.

“Drink! Enjoy! ” he said,  filling it again.

During the week long round of endless marital rites, I’d learned to stave the inevitable drunkeness by sipping as long as I could. But with the nuptials concluded and a change in venue to  the desert of Rajasthan, the former practice was moot. Instead, my concern was malaria. So each night, I drank not one, but several gin and tonics.

Afterall, my nightly intake was medicinal. Click here to read more.

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