B’s home is super far from the airport. It felt like forever getting there. On the way, you could see cops and the army - there were check posts and nakabandis even at 4 am in the night. I promptly crashed as soon as we reached home.
Morning brought a lovely breakfast of home-made omelettes and rich SL coffee (NOT Nescafe). I haven’t had either in so long that I had forgotten how good it was. Nevertheless, the caffeine did not stop me from being a sloth and sleeping for most of the day. Yes, this is exactly what I flew 7 hours for. The time I was awake, I remember taking a tour of the city. Here’s what I can remember:
- A man taking a bath on the street. Yes, he was furiously scrubbing himself with soap with a small sheet wrapped around him. Quite the communion with nature.
- Red prickly fruit with green spikes over it. Its called Rabutan. Haven’t eaten it yet although I am assured I will be soon. This should be interesting.
- SL has this curious thing where people will dump all their garbage on one particular spot in the street. The rest of the road is clean, garbageless. But there’s no public dustbin there, not one. The reason being that guerillas, terrorists etc. could put bombs in the trash bins, making them very hazardous to have around. Never thought I’d appreciate my dustbin’s harmlessness so much.
Hot diggity damn! I am soooo rich in SL. The Indian rupee is more than twice the SL rupee. So, I converted my money and KA-CHING! At this point, I don’t care about the rest of the trip. Ok, I do but only because I want to spend my Benjis knowing full well that I am spending sooooo little, haha.
1 comment:
Weird you never had a rambutan in the US. It looks scary from the outside bit tastes like a lychee on the inside.
Eat all you can, its pretty good. Have a safe trip!
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