Dinner from Saturday night
Jet lag is killing me. Yesterday after I typed up my first post, I passed out for 3 hours. I woke up just in time for dinner; another amazing meal. Last night was pretty uneventful, still no internet so I will have to keep saving these to my computer.
This morning I woke up at 5 AM and could not fall back to sleep. Breakfast was at 8. The cook made me an omelet and toast. Pretty basic breakfast, but no complaints here. After breakfast, I decided to read the paper. I took some pictures of a few of the smaller stories. In case any of you were wondering, even in India, it is impossible to escape the Trump phenomenon.
Today is hot. Like, 97 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. Still, I was feeling adventurous and wanted to see what it would cost to get an Indian phone since it would be cheaper than using Verizon. So, I set out for the same market I went to yesterday. This time, I saw things I had kind of expected to find here. Women carrying baskets filled with different goods on their heads, goats for sale, and even
Trump is everywhere
a camel. Businesses do not open until about 10:30 AM here, and I was a little early so I walked farther than yesterday, maybe a little too far as I got a little lost for a minute because none of the road signs are in English. Luckily, I marked a large tower and got back on the right track. Sadly, I found out that I need a laundry list of documents to get an Indian SIM Card, so I will wait to see what the people at work suggest before I go about doing so.
When I got back from town, one of the caretakers said “Today, we go to mall” (I’m starting to learn their names but I’ll be damned if I have any idea how to spell them) I agreed. Then he told me to come to the back of the house. Here, he pulled the cover off his car to show it to me. I could tell he was very proud of it because 1) he is the only person I have seen cover their car since I’ve been here and, 2) the way he pulled the cover off, you would have thought there was some
Only a good guy with a sword can stop a bad guy with a sword.
sort of grand prize behind it. Then, he opened the door and told me to have a seat and he drove me around the block. I told him it was a very nice car, even though with my knees hit the dash with the seat pushed all the way back. We drove back to the house and he went to change and I grabbed some money for the mall. He came out of his house with a nice button down and jeans on. He was also wearing a ton of some kind of body spray as he walked past the rest of the housekeepers with a little swagger in his step. We all chuckled at him.
The mall we went to was really just one large department store, kind of like a classier Walmart. We must have looked quite the pair walking through the place, him with his nice clothes and cologne on and a large American lumbering along behind him. This time, I think people were staring at the both of us and not just me. What’s weird, though, is I didn’t even ask him to take me here, I just figured he wanted to go and he
figured he would bring me along to show me around, but he didn’t even buy anything! Neither of us did! We were there for maybe 20 minutes total before driving back to the house.
Anyway, the rest of the night is going to be pretty standard, I will do some reading, eat dinner, and then watch the IPL Cricket finals. I think it is a pretty big deal because everyone has been talking about it today. The Mumbai Indians will play the Rising Pune Supergiants for the championship. Go Pune!
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