I specialise in travel and technology writing, which is what happens when you have a wandering soul and restless hands. As complementary as these two things are, they hadn’t met in my work – until a few weeks ago.
I was about five hours north of Nagpur in Central India, the sort of place where running water and electricity can’t be taken for granted. I’d arrived there by accident, having gone hiking, got lost, and pointed myself at the first commotion with a road through it. Waiting in this village for my lift to arrive, I’d started reading my Kindle to pass the time, happily oblivious to the world around me. After half an hour or so, I looked up to discover about 20 kids stood in a big group, just watching me: big eyes, curious expressions, ridiculously cute and all intent on the Kindle.
A word in your ear