I was in one of the departures areas of Mumbai International airport last month. It wasnt time to check in yet, so I bought a coffee and snack. The only table and chair in the whole place was a glass topped table and stool in an alcove with adds by a mobile phone company offering a trip to Ireland as a prize for a competion they were running. There were pictures of tourist attractions covering the walls of the alcove. I sat down at the glass table with my coffee and pizza slices.
An Indian man came over and asked me if I am from Ireland. I told him I am but have nothing to do with the company advertising the competition. He kept asking me questions about Ireland, even though I kept explaning that I dont work here and am only sitting here because there are no tables at the cafes. Eventually I gave up and answered a bunch of questions about Ireland. At least he did not try to buy a holiday or a phone contract from me. :D
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When on my way back to the US I had to catch the train to Gatwick Airport once I arrived in London. I saw an official standing there, so I asked him how to find the train. He pointed and what came out of his mouth was not English - but some kind of babble I could not make out. I asked again and the same thing happened. I thanked him and walked in the direction he pointed.
Reply to this My Wife and I were in Paris 1 day before my son and her daughter were to join us, Having taken the train in from the airport the day before I felt very confident that I could take the train to the airport and meet them and bring them back to our hotel in the city center. I knew that I should take the C line to CDG, what I didn't know was that the C line carries 2 different routes one goes to the airport and the other goes to ST. Clichy the middle of nowhere. When I boarded the train it was pretty full of passengers but at each stop more people got off untill I was the only one in the car. At the next stop the train pulled into the yard and shut down. Trains are really quiet when your all alone and sitting in the dark. I could not tell where I was because there were other trains on both sides but I could tell that I was not at the airport. After forcing the doors apart and jumping down to the ground I found an office and spoke with ticket clerk whose English was almost as limited as my French. He did understand me when I said "I F***'ed up and came here instead of the airport. The clerk chuckled and said "Ah oui, but you are not the first. The clerk changed my ticket and told me where to stand to get on the right train and I made it to the airport in time to pick up the kids and all ended well.
Reply to this I was looking at the Book of Kells, in Trinity College, Dublin last Saturday. A French guy asked if I would translate the page that was open. I thought that was a pretty funny joke, until I realised that he wasnt joking. The Book of Kells is written in old Irish and old Celtic script. It would take a medieval script and language specialist to translate it.
Here is what one of the pages of the Book of Kells looks like.
Reply to this I spent 3 days in Puerto Galera some summer ago and I visited this one shop. since I liked the discount that they have given me, I went back to the hotel to get my wallet. I got back to the shop and there was this really classy and beautiful lady... I asked her, "can you please wrap this one for me"... lol.. awkward..
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