You know that email you get from people who are travelling telling you where they are, what they are doing, wearing, eating, drinking? Well yesterday I dropped my glove in a puddle, I can't remember what an actual blue sky looks like and I want to punch your email in the face. My brother totally gets this so has spared me the details of his trip around India and just sends me emails titled 'Indian Bike Porn' with pictures like these.
He'll just wait till he next sees me in person to tell me ALL about his trip. When I can't escape.