NSR - India, parte deux - NSR
So, as some of you know, I had some misgivings about going to India. I was, to put it baldly, scared.
Now, I've had some trouble in my life, had a rented house burn down with every single thing I owned in it destroyed and no insurance. Got diagnosed with ALS (Lou Gehrig's Disease, that was a rough patch). Worked as a bouncer for a few years, got my ass kicked a few times. Kicked ass a few times too, though. I've been broke to the point of no rent and no food a few times.
But.
But I am a child of the wild White American suburbs. I grew up in Wellesley ("Swellsley" for you non-Massholes), went to private school and a well-known University. Where I did not do very well, but that's beside the point.
And I live in America, and my hobby is skiing, for God's sake.
For better or worse, that's where I come from.
So I knew India would be a shocker.
First ten seconds off the plane in Bombay (now known as Mumbai) sealed the deal: I was already freaked, and as we walked down the jetway from the sterile, air-conditioned British Airways 747, it hit you like a wall. The air smelled like sweat, jet fuel, shit and spice. And something else. Something exotic that I still haven't figured out.
Just like I figured.
And as we entered the airport, we were told that there were no immigation forms available, and that we would just have to wait.
It took us about two hours to get out of the airport, only to face the mass of taxi-drivers and would-be tourist guides and scammers, all pushed up against the fence, a gauntlet we would have to pass.
The crowd jostling us, people grabbing for our luggage, the heat and odor almost overwhelming despite the fact that it was 2:00 in the morning, it was a bit overwhelming for a moment there.
And then, almost like Clint Eastwood but not quite, a dude in a white suit with a sailor's hat (one of those Captain's hats), sidles up to me and whispers "Hyatt, Sir? I am the driver sent for you."
Manana
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I was, to put it baldly, scared.
Not only is he the owner, he's also a client!
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And something else. Something exotic that I still haven't figured out.
Honestly that would be sweaty marinating vagina, if your wife had that same sensation it would be due to festering scrotum.
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The air smelled like sweat, jet fuel, shit and spice. And something else. Something exotic that I still haven't figured out.
Probably Tikka Masala.
