If i had a pound for everytime i had just finished a farewell meal with friends at a nice restaurant, and then decided to wander off with an Irishman into the middle of nowhere because we had heard 'Hotel California' playing from what sounded like a live band...
...well i think i would have one pound actually. but at least we have seen a bit more of panchkula now, even if most of it was seen twice because we were walking in circles. and it was quite fun, in a kinda scary 'are they gonna read about our dead mutilated bodies tomorrow in the newspaper' kind of way as we climbed over bushes and past derelict buildings and slums in search of this phantom music - oh yes, we never did find it, but we did find an easy way to climb over the gate which keeps the riff-raff out of our nice little neighbourhood. so all was not lost.
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