However at this stage we were introduced to mainly Indian words,
charpoys for rope beds, chatties for unglazed urns, pani for water,
jaldi for quick and many, many more. We met some of the regular army
characters who had spent years in India and gleaned snippets of
information from them. Were there any poisonous creatures around?
Well, yes, scorpions for one thing. What about snakes? There are
several different sorts here. Very poisonous? Yes, especially the hoop
snake. Hoop snakes? never heard of them. Oh, they are very fast but if
they can't catch up with you by wriggling they put their tails in their
mouths and bowl themselves along like hoops. Our legs were often pulled
like this until we became in turn the seasoned leg-pullers of the new
arrivals.
The camp CO used to ride around on a white horse and occasionally he
would give us a pep talk; to those of us who were getting a bit too
boisterous he said, "Most of you before the war were law abiding
citizens but once you've put on a uniform and moved away from home you
think you've become licensed buccaneers. Behave yourselves." There
was a fair amount of spare time before we expected to move again and we
spent a lot of it looking over this main port of The British Raj. The
Gateway to India that we had earlier glimpsed as we steamed into dock
was the first thing to see and we were duly impressed. Then there was
the centre of Bombay, we wandered along Hornby Street to the Kodak shop
where I bought a film for my vest-pocket Kodak. Unfortunately the camera
had developed a pinhole in the bellows and most of my pictures were
spoiled. A couple of evenings were spent at the cinemas, watching
Hollywood films that were about two years old. We also visited a zoo
(Victoria?) where strangely, amongst other creatures, we saw in
captivity English sparrows Other unexpected sights included cows
wandering unhindered through the streets and carts drawn by camels. In
one of the main streets my attention was caught by the sight of a
turbaned Indian who was sitting cross-legged putting on a show, pitting
a cobra against a mongoose. I didn't feel like staying for the finale,
I guess he had to separate the combatants or else go looking for a new
snake.
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