Ginger Hotel Mangalore
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... tickets. Maybe twenty people. One hour later the queue is down to five people. I'm the last one by the way. Incredibly no one has joined the end of the queue - maybe they've been slipping in front of me whilst I haven't been looking. Queueing in India is a bit hit and miss.
I feel a tap on the shoulder. It was a young man from Madrid who is living in Edinburgh. We hit it off straight away and agreed to share a jeep. It was just the two of us. I ...
... 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 ...
... peacocks embroidered on it in black and purple. Each of the peacocks has a long red string hanging off of its beak with some gold and jewels dangling from the bottom of the string. Now, I have no idea why but for some reason I wanted this! You all probably know that I am not a big shopper. And, I usually try my best to wear clothes that will blend in, as I don't like to get noticed. I'm pretty much a jeans and sweater girl. But for some reason, I WANTED this peacock ...
... 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 ...