I'm on the edge of homesick. I can feel it it. It took real effort (and hunger) to leave my room this afternoon. Or maybe it's the rain that has me down a bit, I'm not sure.
Anyway, I did gird my loins and thought I'd nip out to the grocery store. I wanted to pick up a couple of things so off I went. It's so wet out. Huge puddles everywhere and my poor rickshaw driver had to restart the rickshaw at each light. Finally, though, with all the crazy driving, I saw a fender bender. My driver was going through a red light and miscalculated the distance between us and another "rick" that was running the light. The front end made it through, but the back, where it's that much wider, did not. We got caught on the headlight and sort of, well, ripped it off. My driver just looked, shrugged, zipped around a couple of other rickshaws and we sped off into the night with the other driver yelling at us. Great fun.
The grocery store was heaven. A great selection of western and Indian food. I wanted to pick up ginger and garlic paste, some tea that was recommended to me, these amazing Lay's chips-Spanish Tomato Tango (Tomato, chili, cinnamon, cloves. Very good), and what really is wonderful, honey nut corn flakes! We haven't be able to get them in North America for years and it's my all time favourite cereal. I know what I'll be having for breakfast tomorrow. If it lives up to expectations, I will bring a box or two home. I could have spent a fortune, but it's having to pack it and get it home, somehow. My suitcases were heavy enough on the way here.
A little digression here, but a great commercial just came on. Here, Cadbury has a premium line of chocolate called Bournville. I just love it. A very British cocoa bean inspector is in a hut in Ghana, looking at each bean through a magnifying glass. The one bean that isn't good enough is put to the side and starts crying little cocoa tears. Everyone feels sorry for it, until one of the growers ruthlessly sweeps it off the table. An older man just looks at him and hisses, "Killer" in Ghanese. Pretty funny stuff.
Yep, definitely homesick. I'm just rambling and it's only nine and I just feel like turning off the light and going to sleep. That's not a good sign. I have to do some work first, though. I'm way behind on a few things. Even this post is me, procrastinating.
And the new Miss India is lovely. That's on TV tonight and I had it on in the background. My TV standards are always lower when I travel and it's not a good TV night.
Anyway, I did gird my loins and thought I'd nip out to the grocery store. I wanted to pick up a couple of things so off I went. It's so wet out. Huge puddles everywhere and my poor rickshaw driver had to restart the rickshaw at each light. Finally, though, with all the crazy driving, I saw a fender bender. My driver was going through a red light and miscalculated the distance between us and another "rick" that was running the light. The front end made it through, but the back, where it's that much wider, did not. We got caught on the headlight and sort of, well, ripped it off. My driver just looked, shrugged, zipped around a couple of other rickshaws and we sped off into the night with the other driver yelling at us. Great fun.
The grocery store was heaven. A great selection of western and Indian food. I wanted to pick up ginger and garlic paste, some tea that was recommended to me, these amazing Lay's chips-Spanish Tomato Tango (Tomato, chili, cinnamon, cloves. Very good), and what really is wonderful, honey nut corn flakes! We haven't be able to get them in North America for years and it's my all time favourite cereal. I know what I'll be having for breakfast tomorrow. If it lives up to expectations, I will bring a box or two home. I could have spent a fortune, but it's having to pack it and get it home, somehow. My suitcases were heavy enough on the way here.
A little digression here, but a great commercial just came on. Here, Cadbury has a premium line of chocolate called Bournville. I just love it. A very British cocoa bean inspector is in a hut in Ghana, looking at each bean through a magnifying glass. The one bean that isn't good enough is put to the side and starts crying little cocoa tears. Everyone feels sorry for it, until one of the growers ruthlessly sweeps it off the table. An older man just looks at him and hisses, "Killer" in Ghanese. Pretty funny stuff.
Yep, definitely homesick. I'm just rambling and it's only nine and I just feel like turning off the light and going to sleep. That's not a good sign. I have to do some work first, though. I'm way behind on a few things. Even this post is me, procrastinating.
And the new Miss India is lovely. That's on TV tonight and I had it on in the background. My TV standards are always lower when I travel and it's not a good TV night.
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