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And would you believe it sitting in the front of the bus were my friends from Alleppey. What are the chances? So we had a quick catch up as the bus sped off like a converted F1 racing bus and agreed to catch up over a pizza in Mysore. We all fancied something non-spicy - margarita pizza I guess?
The hotel in Mysore is perfect: there's no damp, it has a bath, a swimming pool on the roof terrace and a licence for Kingfisher beer (no ...
... had woken him up as he was diabetic and needed to take medicine and tablets. That took about 20 minutes and at least distracted me from my own dreadfulness. Then the light went off and I was alone again. I was extremely grateful that Grant was sleeping through all this. He was clutching his wallet and lying in the foetal position. I prayed for daybreak and when daybreak finally came I only wished that it was still nighttime. The true state of this traveling dungeon had been revealed.
... before (Raluca is Romanian.) The next morning after breakfast of a dosa and a coffee, we headed off on an adventure to Udupi. We were very excited about the coffee, less excited by the dosa. We are used to having maybe 3 or 4 dosas for breakfast, with delicious and not spicy coconut chutney, homemade by Amma. Out in the real world, you only get one dosa. And it is accompanied by 2 very spicy dips, a chutney and a sambar (kind of like a veg curry). Even though we said ...
... sleeves. The sleeves are sewn inside on the back of the shirt. After you buy your top, you have to take it to a tailor to get the sleeves put on. Which you kind of have to do, because it's not really appropriate to NOT wear sleeves. So...why don't they just put them on in the first place?? Anyway, we finally made it out of the store, walked two more stores down, looked across the street, and saw...a fabric store. Hmmm...did they not understand us in the first shop ...
... on the Andamans? The ones you didn't want any part of.”
“What's your point?”
“Have you seen any of those white devils since we walked into Chennai station?”
She glared at me for a moment and then said, “Just one.”
“And the wonderful spicy somosas and coffee that we've enjoyed on the train. We'll never forget that.”
“Oh yes, the ...