As the weather is cooling down I am noticing more International people about. Especially over the weekend at Qtab Minar there were about 10 times as many people as when I went during the heat. At my apartment there are now a couple more longer term people staying also. I think they all had the right idea to come this time of year.
I think I hit the wall today. It was a long day. I think I hit my intake limit of rice and curry for the trip. I was kind of playing with my food on the lunch tray today trying to force myself to eat it. The lunch buddies were asking “You no like?”. I said I don’t think they would even serve this at the prisons in the US. They all laughed, but I was serious. I have eaten the cafeteria food everyday except for one on this trip for lunch. Then to top it off I walk by the meetings for the internationals and they are eating Pizza Hut and Subway. I should have crashed the meeting and chowed down. I hope I get over this or I will really be suffering for the rest of the trip.
It is like the center of the universe here. This week I have spoken with someone from every continent except for Antarctica. Maybe I will find that person over the weekend tubing down the Ganges.
I caught a ride from someone else today and got out of work the earliest time yet. 5:45. I did not know what to do with all the time. Since it gets dark around 6:30 there wasn’t too much time. I decided to hit the pool. For the first time since the incident, I ran into the old man. First I tried to ignore him when he yelled Mr Lonne when I swam by him. On my return lap he stood right in the middle of my lane and dropped his shorts (j/k) actually he splashed me to get my attention. He shook my hand and said hi. He has grown a beard since. He said he is starting a new business but I could not understand what he was saying. I said I don’t understand and he swam off. No issues anyways.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
This week there are a few Americans and British at the office for various meetings. I saw more white skin in one day than I had in the last 3 months at the office. Most of the people come out here a couple times a year for 3-4 days at a time. In and out. They still all have their own personal adventure stories for that short time frame. My old man story still sits alone at the top though.
Last night I decided to finally try an Indian Fast food restaurant. The prices were inexpensive and the food tasted good. I had a Big Daddy Mutton Burger, a large fry and a large coke for $3.50. That was by far the most expensive combo on the menu. Most of the combos included a vegetarian sandwich and a coke for less than $1. They also served ice cream and I test my luck with a Sunday. It was great and no side effects yet.
I also complained to a couple people at the office about the cab driver taking me to the rug store without my knowledge. They all said it was no big deal and he must have misunderstood me. That did not sit well with me either.
I have my train tickets for the weekend adventure. Unfortunately I am on a different train than the majority of the tour group. The first train sold out. I have to find my way in a different train station. It leaves at 6 am on Saturday. I will be leaving my apartment at 4:30am to get there in time. The trip consists of 3 rafting trips on the Ganges and sleeping in tents on the beach. I hope my bug spray will protect me. I am also keeping up with my malaria prescription just in case. What scares me the most is the water comes from a spring then they add iodine to it. I will be bringing a few liters of bottled water just in case.
I received some info on the trip. The toilet description is the most interesting. “There is a hole in the ground with a western style wooden “thunder box” placed over the hole. No squatting required. The back of this “thunder box” is open so that it is easy to scoop in sand from the back for covering up. A scoop is provided for this purpose.” As a bonus toilet paper is also provided.
On the way home it took 30 minutes to go 3 car lengths. Traffic is ridiculous. We were trying to make a right hand turn and the incoming traffic was intermingled with the traffic turning. It could not get unlocked.
Last night I decided to finally try an Indian Fast food restaurant. The prices were inexpensive and the food tasted good. I had a Big Daddy Mutton Burger, a large fry and a large coke for $3.50. That was by far the most expensive combo on the menu. Most of the combos included a vegetarian sandwich and a coke for less than $1. They also served ice cream and I test my luck with a Sunday. It was great and no side effects yet.
I also complained to a couple people at the office about the cab driver taking me to the rug store without my knowledge. They all said it was no big deal and he must have misunderstood me. That did not sit well with me either.
I have my train tickets for the weekend adventure. Unfortunately I am on a different train than the majority of the tour group. The first train sold out. I have to find my way in a different train station. It leaves at 6 am on Saturday. I will be leaving my apartment at 4:30am to get there in time. The trip consists of 3 rafting trips on the Ganges and sleeping in tents on the beach. I hope my bug spray will protect me. I am also keeping up with my malaria prescription just in case. What scares me the most is the water comes from a spring then they add iodine to it. I will be bringing a few liters of bottled water just in case.
I received some info on the trip. The toilet description is the most interesting. “There is a hole in the ground with a western style wooden “thunder box” placed over the hole. No squatting required. The back of this “thunder box” is open so that it is easy to scoop in sand from the back for covering up. A scoop is provided for this purpose.” As a bonus toilet paper is also provided.
On the way home it took 30 minutes to go 3 car lengths. Traffic is ridiculous. We were trying to make a right hand turn and the incoming traffic was intermingled with the traffic turning. It could not get unlocked.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Qtab Minar 9-13-09
Close up of one of the gate walls
Sweaty Jason aster 1.5 hours walking around at 100 degrees 
Today I decided to revisit the Qutb Minar. On my drive to there I decided to take some official counts. There were 11 men peeing on the side of the road, 4 children lined up on the sidewalk squatting, 15 cows, about 100 water buffalo hanging out under a bridge in the river for shade, I am guessing 1,000 hawks flying between the river and the dump – the sky almost looked black in some areas – I am guessing a wingspan of about 3 feet. I don’t know if it is for food or mating season.
The funniest thing I saw at the Qtab Minar was there were about 50 guys lined up to take a picture with a blonde lady wearing bight purple Converse shoes. I have never seen anything like it.
I walked around for about 1.5 hours in the 100 degree heat. It is cooling down but I was still in a full sweat.
I find my cab driver, Amarjit Sing, and he says “go mall one hour”. I told him I wanted to go to Connaught Place after Qtab Minar so I thought he was saying I only one hour for you at Connought. I was wrong. He pulls up to the Kashmir Palace. I thought “Oh sh@t” I am for in now. I have heard stories about the cab driver taking you someone and forcing you to buy something. I get in and they immediately take me downstairs to a room full of rugs. The guy explains his family is from Kashmir and it is too dangerous for you westerners to go there, thus they set up shop in Delhi for their fine rugs. He takes me to a loom and shows me how they make a rug and explains the average rug takes 1.5 years to make. I am still sweating away and praying I get out of this ok. He takes me to another room and whips out three sizes of rugs. They were beautiful with satin interwoven into them. They had a shine. I told him not interested, my cab driver walked down, I said "lets go" and mumbled to myself "no tip for you".
He takes me to Cannaught Place. I walk out and it was like a pack of wolves on me. Within 5 minutes I had 20 people on me. I walked through a little area like a flea market but it was packed that you could not even see what was on the tables. I was getting bumped into, people asking where I am from as there come on line. I just put my hands in my pocket and walked in a zig zag fashion. When I walked into one of the same guys again I would zag the other way. There was no personal space and I was a big dollar sign. To escape I took some stairs upwards and there was a walking area. All of a sudden I have another 3 college age guys on me. I told them I was from Canada. They warned me not to walk in the flea market I was just at because of pick pocketers. I am thinking the 3 of them are. I make a zag and 1 of the three continues to follow me and tells me to go to a certain building to shop. I start ignoring him and he ask “You angry with me?” I said no and zagged again. Now I was just across the street from the cab and made a run for it.
The lack of personal space and feeling like prey did not sit well with me. If I go back there again it will be with a local who can show me where to go.
I get to the cab and Amarjit says no money – you pay for parking. I said how much? First he says 30, I give him 30 and he says no 20. I give him 20 and notice he only gives 10 to the parking attendant. That was his tip for the day. Then he asks to go to another mall and I said no, go to hotel. I signed my slip at the hotel and he looked back for his tip, but I was already out the door.
It all got to me today. I went to the pool to cooled off by swimming a few laps. At the pool I met the English ladies who are here for 6 months. They were friendly and said we will have to get together. Hopefully I will have a crew to hang out with.
The funniest thing I saw at the Qtab Minar was there were about 50 guys lined up to take a picture with a blonde lady wearing bight purple Converse shoes. I have never seen anything like it.
I walked around for about 1.5 hours in the 100 degree heat. It is cooling down but I was still in a full sweat.
I find my cab driver, Amarjit Sing, and he says “go mall one hour”. I told him I wanted to go to Connaught Place after Qtab Minar so I thought he was saying I only one hour for you at Connought. I was wrong. He pulls up to the Kashmir Palace. I thought “Oh sh@t” I am for in now. I have heard stories about the cab driver taking you someone and forcing you to buy something. I get in and they immediately take me downstairs to a room full of rugs. The guy explains his family is from Kashmir and it is too dangerous for you westerners to go there, thus they set up shop in Delhi for their fine rugs. He takes me to a loom and shows me how they make a rug and explains the average rug takes 1.5 years to make. I am still sweating away and praying I get out of this ok. He takes me to another room and whips out three sizes of rugs. They were beautiful with satin interwoven into them. They had a shine. I told him not interested, my cab driver walked down, I said "lets go" and mumbled to myself "no tip for you".
He takes me to Cannaught Place. I walk out and it was like a pack of wolves on me. Within 5 minutes I had 20 people on me. I walked through a little area like a flea market but it was packed that you could not even see what was on the tables. I was getting bumped into, people asking where I am from as there come on line. I just put my hands in my pocket and walked in a zig zag fashion. When I walked into one of the same guys again I would zag the other way. There was no personal space and I was a big dollar sign. To escape I took some stairs upwards and there was a walking area. All of a sudden I have another 3 college age guys on me. I told them I was from Canada. They warned me not to walk in the flea market I was just at because of pick pocketers. I am thinking the 3 of them are. I make a zag and 1 of the three continues to follow me and tells me to go to a certain building to shop. I start ignoring him and he ask “You angry with me?” I said no and zagged again. Now I was just across the street from the cab and made a run for it.
The lack of personal space and feeling like prey did not sit well with me. If I go back there again it will be with a local who can show me where to go.
I get to the cab and Amarjit says no money – you pay for parking. I said how much? First he says 30, I give him 30 and he says no 20. I give him 20 and notice he only gives 10 to the parking attendant. That was his tip for the day. Then he asks to go to another mall and I said no, go to hotel. I signed my slip at the hotel and he looked back for his tip, but I was already out the door.
It all got to me today. I went to the pool to cooled off by swimming a few laps. At the pool I met the English ladies who are here for 6 months. They were friendly and said we will have to get together. Hopefully I will have a crew to hang out with.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Where has the time gone? I hit the 3 month mark – the official halfway point if I stick it out to the last day of my visa. My biggest surprise in these 3 months is not taking a sick day or having the need to go to the hospital. I probably should have my first 2 weeks here, but I toughed it out. My other big surprise is how many hours I have been putting in at work. This has led to my only regret so far of not getting out more. I feel like I have done quite a bit of site seeing, but there is always more to do. Hopefully with my remaining months that will turn around.
Just when I started to get my confidence up about walking around, Mukesh, the coworker, put a scare into me about the fact that he does not even walk around at night because it is dangerous. I don’t want to be a prisoner in my own room night after night though.
The weather continues to feel cooler. I walked around the block for the first time without sweating. That is a good sign.
Of all the things I did not think I would have to worry about over here, someone has my credit card info and rang up $15,000 of airfare purchases yesterday. I received a phone call from the fraud department and they closed the account. At least the CC company has a 24 hour number. I hadn’t used the card since I have been here.
I also found out that I have a secret admirer here - one of the apartment receptionists. I was paying my monthly bill this morning and the other receptionist called her out on it. I think it was my $2 haircut that won her over.
Just when I started to get my confidence up about walking around, Mukesh, the coworker, put a scare into me about the fact that he does not even walk around at night because it is dangerous. I don’t want to be a prisoner in my own room night after night though.
The weather continues to feel cooler. I walked around the block for the first time without sweating. That is a good sign.
Of all the things I did not think I would have to worry about over here, someone has my credit card info and rang up $15,000 of airfare purchases yesterday. I received a phone call from the fraud department and they closed the account. At least the CC company has a 24 hour number. I hadn’t used the card since I have been here.
I also found out that I have a secret admirer here - one of the apartment receptionists. I was paying my monthly bill this morning and the other receptionist called her out on it. I think it was my $2 haircut that won her over.
I think my cab driver is getting comfortable with me. Now he is singing some of the songs he is playing on his cassette. It sounds like the same music that I heard playing at the Akshardham Temple. I also found out that the temple is the largest temple in the world.
The new joke in my little lunch crew is taking me out for street food. My coworkers will not even eat is as they will get sick from it. If that is the case I am sure it would tear my system up. They say something to me in English, then they say the joke in Hindi and the entire table bursts out laughing while I am in the dark. Then I told them about the male to female ratio at the Expat meeting and they went off on that for awhile.
I tried a few new samples from the coworkers at lunch. One was scrambled eggs with spices. It was made this morning and was sitting at room temperature until 1:30. The other was an Agra Sweet. It was like a big white juicy juju berry candy. It seemed like it was pure sugar.
At the expat meeting I was talking to a lady from Holland who’s husband is the manager of the Hard Rock Café in Delhi. They do not serve beef there, but they do serve buffalo burgers. I also was speaking to a couple of ladies who’s husbands work at the US embassy. As soon as I said MN, I heard the Fargo movie jokes.
The new joke in my little lunch crew is taking me out for street food. My coworkers will not even eat is as they will get sick from it. If that is the case I am sure it would tear my system up. They say something to me in English, then they say the joke in Hindi and the entire table bursts out laughing while I am in the dark. Then I told them about the male to female ratio at the Expat meeting and they went off on that for awhile.
I tried a few new samples from the coworkers at lunch. One was scrambled eggs with spices. It was made this morning and was sitting at room temperature until 1:30. The other was an Agra Sweet. It was like a big white juicy juju berry candy. It seemed like it was pure sugar.
At the expat meeting I was talking to a lady from Holland who’s husband is the manager of the Hard Rock Café in Delhi. They do not serve beef there, but they do serve buffalo burgers. I also was speaking to a couple of ladies who’s husbands work at the US embassy. As soon as I said MN, I heard the Fargo movie jokes.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Drive to Delhi Pics
Front view from the cab
Sites at a stop light.
Modern art at an intersection
Akshardham Temple Drive to Delhi
I counted 5 in the front seat made for 1. There were another 6 in the back seat.
typical stop light traffic of motorcycles.
Side Saddle.
No ac on the bus. Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I went to Delhi this morning to meet with the Expat coffee club. My 12 mile drive took 1 hour and 45 minutes. I took my camera this time to snap a few pics as we are driving. It is difficult to take a picture in a moving vehicle with this amount of traffic. I’ll post a few of them so you know what some of the scenery is on my way in. Only a couple of them came out ok. Once again the men were out numbered at the event. I would say 75 women to 3 guys. It is definitely the social club for the house wives of Expats. I met a guy who just moved here from Ireland. I might get together with him some weekend. I also met a couple of the ladies who will be going on the white water rafting trip. One lady is from the Philippines and here husband is from NJ. The lady enjoyed my “old man” story. The other few ladies going on the trip were a little older. It should be an interesting group.
It was the first time I have spoken for two hours straight since I have been here. My voice was starting to get raspy. It was just nice to actually not struggle with communicating in English and see that everyone is struggling with he same issues of India.
Something different here also is if a Pearson coworker or family member is in need of blood, HR will send an email around the office for people to donate.
I am wondering to think it is socially acceptable to pick your nose here. I have noticed many people on the street picking their nose. One of the new hires does it quite regularly. He sits straight down from me a couple of seats and one time he was going at it for a good 5 minutes. I decided to walk around and say hi to him to see what would happen. I took the long way to walk which he can see me the entire way. His finger was still up his nose. I give him the heads up kind of hi and he returns it with his finger still digging around inside his nostril.
It was the first time I have spoken for two hours straight since I have been here. My voice was starting to get raspy. It was just nice to actually not struggle with communicating in English and see that everyone is struggling with he same issues of India.
Something different here also is if a Pearson coworker or family member is in need of blood, HR will send an email around the office for people to donate.
I am wondering to think it is socially acceptable to pick your nose here. I have noticed many people on the street picking their nose. One of the new hires does it quite regularly. He sits straight down from me a couple of seats and one time he was going at it for a good 5 minutes. I decided to walk around and say hi to him to see what would happen. I took the long way to walk which he can see me the entire way. His finger was still up his nose. I give him the heads up kind of hi and he returns it with his finger still digging around inside his nostril.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Labor Day, another US holiday that I have missed. However there are a couple of official Indian holidays coming up at the end of the month.
Last night I ran into a couple from Tokyo at the pool. He works as a construction consultant and is out here for about 9 months. I got the inside scoop that if there is an earthquake here, half the building will be tumbling down since they are all about 10 floors and it is all brick without any additional support. He also commented on the working conditions, weather, and the fact there is nothing fun/relaxing to do in this part of Noida. You have to drive at least an hour to find a place to have a drink.
His wife was wearing a bikini at the pool. I was wondering if any of the locals would give her a hard time. However no one else showed up while we were there.
A few new additions to what is on a resume here and it is all from the same guy. For the first time I have seen “Blood Group”, height and weight. He was O+, 6’1 and 68kg. Plus he put his picture on the resume. Then there is his summary statement “I am young and confident boy with good physical bearing, who would surely prove to be an asset to your company.“ Plus he speaks Assamese. I wonder what that language sounds like.
I took a few pictures of the water buffalo grazing in a field just past the parking lot at work. They come there everyday around noon. These pics are from the 7th story balcony. I think they are the same buffalo that I saw crossing under the bridge a couple weeks ago. There are still a couple puddles from a hard rain we had on Thursday. A couple of the buffalo were lying in the puddles.
I think the storm from Thursday blew away a couple of the construction houses that are outside the apartment. On Saturday I noticed a couple of them were still on the ground and a couple others had shifted around. There were some heavy downpours and strong winds. My windows were whistling with the storm.
There were also big riots on Saturday about 5 miles from me. The city gave eviction notices to the people who put up housing on government property that they are going to begin building on. Most of these houses are one layer of brick or a tarp. The people rioted on the busiest street in the town and shut down traffic for 9 hours. The riot was more of a sit down strike in the middle of the road. Their “houses” will still be bulldozed over in the next week.
Another difference here is how you write a date. In the US 9/7/09 is September 9. In India that is July 9th. Some of the coworkers were talking about a guy from the US who’s visa ended 12/9 and he thought December but it was actually September. He had to run to the Embassy to get it clarified.
It is finally beginning to cool down at night. It was only 75 this morning. Although with the sun and humidity it is still another 15+ degrees warmer in the feels like category. The water in the pool felt cold along with my shower this morning. I am beginning to think that the water heater is the sun.
Last night I ran into a couple from Tokyo at the pool. He works as a construction consultant and is out here for about 9 months. I got the inside scoop that if there is an earthquake here, half the building will be tumbling down since they are all about 10 floors and it is all brick without any additional support. He also commented on the working conditions, weather, and the fact there is nothing fun/relaxing to do in this part of Noida. You have to drive at least an hour to find a place to have a drink.
His wife was wearing a bikini at the pool. I was wondering if any of the locals would give her a hard time. However no one else showed up while we were there.
A few new additions to what is on a resume here and it is all from the same guy. For the first time I have seen “Blood Group”, height and weight. He was O+, 6’1 and 68kg. Plus he put his picture on the resume. Then there is his summary statement “I am young and confident boy with good physical bearing, who would surely prove to be an asset to your company.“ Plus he speaks Assamese. I wonder what that language sounds like.
I took a few pictures of the water buffalo grazing in a field just past the parking lot at work. They come there everyday around noon. These pics are from the 7th story balcony. I think they are the same buffalo that I saw crossing under the bridge a couple weeks ago. There are still a couple puddles from a hard rain we had on Thursday. A couple of the buffalo were lying in the puddles.
I think the storm from Thursday blew away a couple of the construction houses that are outside the apartment. On Saturday I noticed a couple of them were still on the ground and a couple others had shifted around. There were some heavy downpours and strong winds. My windows were whistling with the storm.
There were also big riots on Saturday about 5 miles from me. The city gave eviction notices to the people who put up housing on government property that they are going to begin building on. Most of these houses are one layer of brick or a tarp. The people rioted on the busiest street in the town and shut down traffic for 9 hours. The riot was more of a sit down strike in the middle of the road. Their “houses” will still be bulldozed over in the next week.
Another difference here is how you write a date. In the US 9/7/09 is September 9. In India that is July 9th. Some of the coworkers were talking about a guy from the US who’s visa ended 12/9 and he thought December but it was actually September. He had to run to the Embassy to get it clarified.
It is finally beginning to cool down at night. It was only 75 this morning. Although with the sun and humidity it is still another 15+ degrees warmer in the feels like category. The water in the pool felt cold along with my shower this morning. I am beginning to think that the water heater is the sun.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
On Thursday I experienced the weakest interview ever. First he walked in wearing a dirty t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. He could not answer a single question including what are your strengths and what are your future goals. While thinking of an answer he made some funny face gestures. Most answers were one word yes answers. Then we asked what are your weaknesses and he answered he was very short tempered. He was an easy one to cross off the list.
Thurday's snack was a spicy veggie burger which turned into my supper. I have lost 2 notches on the belt so far this trip. I think if I stopped eating pizza a couple nights a week the weight would really be coming off.
This weekend I ran into the Brit again at the apartment. It is his last week here and he gave me a few more good stories. I am definitely glad he was here before me to straighten a few things out at the apartment complex.
The best story was at the swimming pool. After 3 weeks of using the pool, the management told him his swimming shorts were not regulation and he would have to change. His swimming shorts are the same as what I have, normal ones that go down a little above the knee. The requirement for the pool was to wear Speedos. The management took him into the locker room and had him pick out one of 6 pairs to use. He was swearing under his breath but went along with it. The next day he was still wearing the Speedos when he noticed a local was wearing normal swimming shorts. He went over to management and let him have it for not treating everyone the same. As a result, normal swimming shorts are ok to wear. I haven’t been asked to put on the Speedos yet. If I did there would be some sunburn to worry about.
Thurday's snack was a spicy veggie burger which turned into my supper. I have lost 2 notches on the belt so far this trip. I think if I stopped eating pizza a couple nights a week the weight would really be coming off.
This weekend I ran into the Brit again at the apartment. It is his last week here and he gave me a few more good stories. I am definitely glad he was here before me to straighten a few things out at the apartment complex.
The best story was at the swimming pool. After 3 weeks of using the pool, the management told him his swimming shorts were not regulation and he would have to change. His swimming shorts are the same as what I have, normal ones that go down a little above the knee. The requirement for the pool was to wear Speedos. The management took him into the locker room and had him pick out one of 6 pairs to use. He was swearing under his breath but went along with it. The next day he was still wearing the Speedos when he noticed a local was wearing normal swimming shorts. He went over to management and let him have it for not treating everyone the same. As a result, normal swimming shorts are ok to wear. I haven’t been asked to put on the Speedos yet. If I did there would be some sunburn to worry about.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Sunday I went to the annual Delhi Book Fair with a couple coworkers to check out the Penguin booth. There were over 1,000 vendors/distributors at the fair. It looked like most of them were mostly trying to get rid of old inventory. The only book that stood out to me was a different vendor was selling a Florida Teachers Edition Literature book from Pearson. Now how did that get over here? It was published in the US. It was interesting to see my boss go from booth to booth look at the quality of the books. It was a learning experience for me as he was pointing out what he was looking at.
After the fair we went to a restaurant in Delhi for lunch. We had a couple non spicy chicken kebabs, chick peas and fried bread. They bring you the bread out fresh out of the fryer and it is big and round like the size of a volleyball. It was also very oily. As soon as you ripped a piece out of it deflated. It reminded me of Barb’s Fried Bread up on the Range, but without the sugar and cinnamon topping. I also had a caramel custard desert. It was cold, light, and very good.
It took about a half an hour to find a parking spot. First we parked in a hotel lot and they kicked us out. When walking to the restaurant I finally saw a wild monkey on top of one of the market shops. He was just watching the people walking by, probably looking for food.
Also while walking, it was 2 Indians and 2 Americans, Gary is back in town, one of the peddlers walked up to one of the co-workers and said if you take the Americans into the shops he gets 5% commission and he will split it with him 50/50. It was tempting but it did not happen. This happens quite often over here. Mark it up the prices for the foreigner, the so called white person tax and split the profits.
The Monday drive to work had someone riding a camel down the middle of the road. Otherwise it was a busy day at work.
Tuesday was another busy day at work. I think this will be my busiest week out here as there are a couple due dates this week..
After the fair we went to a restaurant in Delhi for lunch. We had a couple non spicy chicken kebabs, chick peas and fried bread. They bring you the bread out fresh out of the fryer and it is big and round like the size of a volleyball. It was also very oily. As soon as you ripped a piece out of it deflated. It reminded me of Barb’s Fried Bread up on the Range, but without the sugar and cinnamon topping. I also had a caramel custard desert. It was cold, light, and very good.
It took about a half an hour to find a parking spot. First we parked in a hotel lot and they kicked us out. When walking to the restaurant I finally saw a wild monkey on top of one of the market shops. He was just watching the people walking by, probably looking for food.
Also while walking, it was 2 Indians and 2 Americans, Gary is back in town, one of the peddlers walked up to one of the co-workers and said if you take the Americans into the shops he gets 5% commission and he will split it with him 50/50. It was tempting but it did not happen. This happens quite often over here. Mark it up the prices for the foreigner, the so called white person tax and split the profits.
The Monday drive to work had someone riding a camel down the middle of the road. Otherwise it was a busy day at work.
Tuesday was another busy day at work. I think this will be my busiest week out here as there are a couple due dates this week..
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