In no particular order:
Sweet lime soda
Eating curry with my fingers
Wacky races car rides
Packets of biscuits for Rs15 (20p) at work.
The spa pools & steam room (good for the pores)
The flowers on the trees by the pool at the hotel
Linen napkins in every restaurant (so far)
“Morning ma’am” (from every single hotel worker, with a big smile).
Wireless internet access (but not the price, although that may be sorted soon)
Skype chats with someone special
Adium messenger chats with my family
Really cheap Indian mobile calls & SMS (Rs1 per text!)
Air con (although it gets chilly in the car on the way home! I’m considering taking my pashmina to work so I can wear it on the way back.)
Pancakes at breakfast.
Hotel laundry (my clothes have never been so flat, well not since Delhi anyway.)
Terrible, hilarious euro-disco-pop in the gym
Terrible, emotional, over-acted musak in the hotel atrium (the ‘largest atrium in Asia’ apparently) (e.g. Chariots of Fire, Everything I do I do for you, Celine Dion)
The crowd of Singapore airline cabin crew that mill around every morning at about the time we’re leaving for work. It’s probably for SQ421, leaving Mumbai at 11.20 (OK I just went and looked up the possibilities on Google). They all look so tidy and pressed; every hair in place.
The lovely trainers and trainees and managers at work. Everyone says hello to me all the time (of course there are about 200 of them and only 1 of me, and they all seem to know my name which is a little disturbing. One trainee rushed out today and gave me a little bag that she’d crocheted for me (in class, hmm) to hold my mobile phone. So nice of her (alas I can’t feel my phone vibrate when I carry it in this, so I get lots of missed calls) and I don’t even know her name!
SMEs and my colleagues: for entertainment value. E.g. Craig and his “giant mosquito” (it was a dragonfly).
Cows in the road.
Elephants on the motorway
I like it that there don’t seem to be as many beggars with missing limbs here. In Delhi there were rather a lot: our Indian colleagues told us that some parents will amputate crucial limbs at birth, to improve their child’s chances of earning a living through begging. Which just sounds horrific, and I don’t know if it’s true these days, or if it was in the past. But anyway, since there are fewer people with this sort of deformity there must be something different between Delhi & Mumbai.
Painted lorries. Every commercial vehicle is painted in some way, either with advertising or just for decoration. But they are hand-painted: commercial “stickers” are really, really rare.
And finally… being 4600 miles away from the World Cup! (on which subject: the score at 1/3 time is Mosquitoes 0: Livia 2)
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What is the tree with the flowers you beastly tease?
See earlier (photo of deck chairs with large flowers in foreground) for a photo. I'm useless at naming things. And I did a biology degree too!
Run Away and Ask Someone.
Could it be a banana tree?
Chariots of Fire must be a nice reminder of home.....
No. It's not. (A banana tree). It's something prettier than that. I could imagine tucking the flowers in my hair.
The musak is so distorted that it takes a while to sink in what they're actually playing. But yes, it's nice to think of St A (or "Broadstairs, Kent") whilst sitting here in the atrium.
No perhaps not a banana; I think I misunderstood the scale. But why do you assume a banana flower is not pretty? Have you asked someone yet?
I think the atrium needs music from the Matrix, as I may have mentioned. Nothing could be less like a windswept beach, it seems. Though perhaps mood music is meant to take one away from the place rather than to reinforce the experience.
Why do you have so few friends and relations who enjoy posting comments?
Don't know. Perhaps they are put off by the warning message at the beginning, or perhaps they just have better things to do.
good POSTING,THE WAY YOU RIGHT IS GREAT
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