"It is the right of the traveller to vent their frustration at every minor inconvenience by writing of it to their friends." -Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell
A few weeks ago, my dad asked me what is easier and what is more difficult in India. I've touched upon most of these things in my entries thus far, but there is one thing that I have not mentioned yet, which I think is fairly interesting...I have a really hard time getting out of cars here. The cars in India are much smaller than in the US. Due to the fact that they are shorter in length, the total door area is also smaller. I often forget this when I go to get out of a car and wind up getting my foot stuck, such that my exit from the car usually turns into a sort of tumble. It must be hilarious to watch from afar.
Another short weekend (we worked Saturday) - but made up for it last night. This is Andy's last weekend in town for awhile, so after a few pre-cocktails in my room, we took a car down to Colaba to have dinner at Indigo. Afterwards, we headed to a bar called Karma (how India!) for lots of rawkus dancing, until finally ending up at Insomnia. My nights with Andy are a fun blend of all-out partying, interspersed with really meaningful conversations about life, work, traveling, future, past, and whether the Red Bull in India tastes different from the Red Bull in the US.
This morning I woke up and Skyped with my little sister, who I miss more than sushi. By the way, does everyone know about Skype? (www.skype.com). It's God's gift to people living on the other side of the world from their family. Then I walked up to the big Catholic church near my hotel - not for mass, just to say a quick hey to the Holy Trinity. Outside of the church, there are little huts set up, selling candles, flowers, pictures of Jesus and the Saints, holy trinkets, and little religious symbols made of soap. Next I went to a really cute little area of Bandra with coffee shops, restaurants, and the DVD store. (It sort of reminds me of Larchmont). I rented a few DVDs, got a gelato, and walked along the coast for awhile, where people were drying their laundry on trees and the ground.
A pretty site, but not the most sanitary thing I've ever seen.
Oh yeah, there were donkeys in the street too.
The wind was very strong this afternoon, so it was a really beautiful, purifying walk. I ended up at a small book store on the beach, where I bought a book by an Indian author called "One Night In A Call Center" (isn't that the best book title ever?). As I'm always carrying around a book here, I get into a lot of conversations with people about books. One of the guys who works in Masala Bay recommended this one for me. I bought it on his recommendation...and the genius title. I also got Shantaram and Men's Health (which, by the way, was almost $10. No, not everything...just the magazine.) Since then, I've just been hanging out, reading, resting up, and watching movies. A nice, much needed, lazy Sunday.
A few weeks ago, my dad asked me what is easier and what is more difficult in India. I've touched upon most of these things in my entries thus far, but there is one thing that I have not mentioned yet, which I think is fairly interesting...I have a really hard time getting out of cars here. The cars in India are much smaller than in the US. Due to the fact that they are shorter in length, the total door area is also smaller. I often forget this when I go to get out of a car and wind up getting my foot stuck, such that my exit from the car usually turns into a sort of tumble. It must be hilarious to watch from afar.
Another short weekend (we worked Saturday) - but made up for it last night. This is Andy's last weekend in town for awhile, so after a few pre-cocktails in my room, we took a car down to Colaba to have dinner at Indigo. Afterwards, we headed to a bar called Karma (how India!) for lots of rawkus dancing, until finally ending up at Insomnia. My nights with Andy are a fun blend of all-out partying, interspersed with really meaningful conversations about life, work, traveling, future, past, and whether the Red Bull in India tastes different from the Red Bull in the US.
This morning I woke up and Skyped with my little sister, who I miss more than sushi. By the way, does everyone know about Skype? (www.skype.com). It's God's gift to people living on the other side of the world from their family. Then I walked up to the big Catholic church near my hotel - not for mass, just to say a quick hey to the Holy Trinity. Outside of the church, there are little huts set up, selling candles, flowers, pictures of Jesus and the Saints, holy trinkets, and little religious symbols made of soap. Next I went to a really cute little area of Bandra with coffee shops, restaurants, and the DVD store. (It sort of reminds me of Larchmont). I rented a few DVDs, got a gelato, and walked along the coast for awhile, where people were drying their laundry on trees and the ground.
A pretty site, but not the most sanitary thing I've ever seen.
Oh yeah, there were donkeys in the street too.
The wind was very strong this afternoon, so it was a really beautiful, purifying walk. I ended up at a small book store on the beach, where I bought a book by an Indian author called "One Night In A Call Center" (isn't that the best book title ever?). As I'm always carrying around a book here, I get into a lot of conversations with people about books. One of the guys who works in Masala Bay recommended this one for me. I bought it on his recommendation...and the genius title. I also got Shantaram and Men's Health (which, by the way, was almost $10. No, not everything...just the magazine.) Since then, I've just been hanging out, reading, resting up, and watching movies. A nice, much needed, lazy Sunday.
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