Two years, when I last visited India, I discovered a drink, but it wasn’t just any drink, it was MIRINDA. Mirinda is a fizzy drink, similar to Orange Fanta or Tango, but much tastier. During that trip we travelled a lot by car and often zoomed past large adverts on the side of the road for Mirinda and I was always the first to spot it before shouting “Mirinda Mirinda” and licking my lips at the thought of drinking it.
This holiday I can’t really drink it seeing as I have diabetes, which is a real shame. Before coming here Daddy looked up on the Internet to see if there was a diet version or light version of Mirinda and apparently there is, it’s called Mirinda Light, or so they say. We’ve just not been able to find any
Mummy and Daddy have allowed me to have the odd bottle of Mirinda but only when I’ve been having a diabetic hypo, other than that I’ve had to drink water or occassionally a diet Pepsi but even that’s not available often. Pepsi is much bigger over here than Coca-Cola.
I really love drinking straight out of the glass bottle because you can’t do that back in England, as the bottles are plastic and it doesn’t feel the same, although what I really love is drinking out of a glass because then I get Mirinda lips, or in other words an orange moustache.
Me with Mirinda Lips