Received my first dose of Delhi Belly yesterday and it was a beauty. My diaphragm is still aching from all the action. Hopefully I have ticked that box and we can move on.
Another story of Indian life ...
There is a main highway here called NH8 and apparently there was a dispute between the local and state government about who would provide lighting for a new stretch of road. A local entrepreneur came along and offered to power the lights for a reasonable fee. His solution was to have a man sit on the medium strip and top up a diesel generator as required. This is the solution that they went with!
And another ...
Me "Do you know where you are going?"
Taxi Driver "Yes"
We arrive at a Hotel and I can't see the people that I am meeting, so I call them.
Me "Where are you?"
Them " We are here"
It turns out that I am at the wrong hotel. I say to the taxi driver, "I thought you knew where you were going?"
"I did," he replied. It turns out that I was asking the wrong question. It should have been. "Do you know where I am going?" He knew where he was going - it just wasn't the same place that I was going.
It seems that in India people don't like letting you down and saying no. I think this is a cultural aspect of some Asian countries as well.
Haven't had a chance to write a word since I have been here. I did pen a Flash piece at Hong Kong International airport but that was over 3 weeks ago.
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