Madras Hotel Ashoka
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... Lateral currents - Just as they sound, these are currents that pull you in either direction, parallel to the shore. These might freak you out, but really cause you now harm because they will not pull you out towards sea
... was once again lovely, the favourite lunchtime dish of the day: paneer tikka masala! After lunch we headed briefly back to the ODC before making the short journey over to the Cognizant academy, where all of the graduates that join Cognizant are trained. It was great to see the academy and whilst over there we also had a practical training session focused on SQL. This took us up until late in the afternoon and next on the agenda was a brief meeting ...
... with a partition between the bed and the windows holding a second flat screen TV on one side, and a desk on the other, walk-in wardrobe leading to a bathroom with separate bath and shower. The finishes were as good as you would find in a Fraser unit in Sydney, and the wi-fi was provided by our own router in the room, and included in the price. Breakfast was also part of the deal.
The only glitch was a failure of the wi-fi to connect, ...
... Saved - by the Kindle!
The hotel itself is an old colonial edifice with loads of character. (That's another way of saying that it's so dilapidated that it's about to fall down!) In fact, my room looks very much like a medieval prison cell! But to compensate, it sure is cheap: only 400 rupees (seven and a half bucks) a night! For that I get: no soap, no towel, no toilet paper, and not even a sheet to cover myself with. Luckily I brought my own ...
... and desires as anyone back home, they simply live a lifestyle that seems alien to my own. I am sure the same works in reverse.
I didn’t sleep much and woke ever couple hours, despite taking a sleeping med that Arianne lent me. Dreams haunted me throughout the night, and through the rocking of the train I couldn’t help but have visions of home. In my bits of rest I left India and returned home, sitting at a thanksgiving table with family and ...