Hotel Sonar Bangla Puri
New Marine Drive Road Puri, Orissa, India
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Sweating My Bindi Off
... in hind sight, but I was honestly ready to pack up and catch the next plane home. Needless to say, the next day was a dramatic improvement. With Shrabni back in command, I was placed under a fan on a chair and given 7 or 8 of the top students and worked on the English alphabet with them all morning. So so so much better!
This past weekend was some government official's birthday and then the Bengali new year, so I had Thursday and Friday off ...
Funny Stories
... the flashing neon lights, a lone piece of newspaper swirling in the wind, and an overall feeling of impending doom.
We reached the main street to find a cab parked on the corner, and after much heckling, we decided on a still exagerrated price of 150 Rupees for the Howrah train station. Perfect timing, because as our feet left the ground, the sky turned on its faucet and gusty winds began to whip at the sides of the ...
My first cultural lesson
... of cows just roaming aimlessly around. I’ve seen quite a few in the cities but today they were just everywhere. And the butterflies, if you counted every butterfly I’ve ever seen and times it by 10, that’s how many I saw today. The sun temple was pretty impressive and again I was a bit of a star attraction with people wanting my photo. Considering it is a world heritage site and very popular with tourists it was a bit weird that I was the only non-indian person I ...
Puri, Light and Dark
... and fanning around the toilet to send any that were there into flight. Then I would sit down, wave my arms and legs the entire time on the John, jump up in a murderous rage to kill as many mosquitoes as possible, furtively make sure there were none around me as I opened the door and jumped through it to my room, slamming it behind me. Showers were almost as much fun. Rush in like a mad woman. Kill any mosquito I could spot and reach. Watch for ...
Lal Chand the Untouchable
... They wouldn’t let him out.
The first I heard of it was two loud bangs.
I ran into our room from the terrace and let Mishi out.
In his anger Mishi had rammed the door too hard with his elbow and his foot. One of his toes was severely damaged and in intense pain.
Eleanor now had a new friend, a girl called Daphne who was staying at the Z Hotel.
She was half Greek and half Swedish. Her ...



