Apparently champagne looks a lot like sparkling apple cider in pretty cups. That isn't something I had thought about until after my first sip of this pretty bubbly. Sitting comfortably on the 747, Lufthansa flight, me and the rest of Business Class settling in for a cozy flight from Denver to Frankfurt. Yuck!
With some embarrassment, I asked the questioning flight attendant for some apple juice instead. With an understanding nod and a smirk she obliged.
This is how my February trip to India got started.
Chris (my coworker) and I started our journey to India. After a long but relaxing journey we arrived in Bangalore. We stayed in a hotel close to the office (the Ibis). Unfortunately half of the hotel was still under construction. Which you could hear during the day, including not only the weekends when you are trying to sleep off jet lag but also the weekday mornings. Lovely.
Kevin arrived to join us about our 4th day in. He is a coworker also (works for our client). He missed the Ibis experience unfortunately (haha) but thoroughly enjoyed staying at the Leela.
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| Bathroom sign at work. Took me some time to figure it out. |
The bathrooms in the hotel were large modular units which I assumed were placed into the rooms by crane, one giant rounded sort of thing that sat in the corner. Chris had trouble with the shower doors which are all glass and come together in the middle. There were little round holes in the glass (to be used to pull them open) and narrow openings between the wall and the doors which allowed plenty of water onto the outside floor. It was this "Motel 6"-like experience that eventually led us to the Leela where we spent the rest of our stay. Oh, I love you, Leela Palace.
We worked hard during the week. I spent a lot of time visiting with components of the larger team (which totals to almost 50 people) and discussing the health of our team and plans for the future with my leads. Girish is my lead there, very talented and someone I respect immensely. He is also a funny guy and good person at heart, which endears him to the rest of the team.
Chris and I went shopping during one of the first evenings there, walking to a small mall not far from the Ibis. We found some whitening wash there that got us both laughing. I guess some Indians feel a lighter complexion is desirable. I shared this experience with my team and got a laugh. I wonder, if I used that product, would I disappear?
On Saturday we went shopping to a very touristy place, same place I've been to a number of times. It's a government-owned shop that has local vendors inside that are regulated supposedly. I bought Karen pashmina scarfs there and Kevin and Chris also bought some as well (they bought many more; I think I'm cheap). We later learned you can buy them for about half what we paid through Amazon, but then again, they wouldn't have been from India. On the way out there were street vendors hocking wares. You know, the kind that rush up and offer you junk. I bought a map of India for $11 that I thought I would put up in my office at work.
I also bought a little round chess set. I told the guy I wasn't interested but he was insistent, following us all the way to the car. I paid 700 rupies (about $15) for what had started as a 1400 rupee chess set. A great deal, I thought! Then minutes later Chris gets in the car.
"What did you buy?", I asked.
"One of those chess sets", he responded.
"How much did you pay?", I inquired.
Silence.
"How much did you pay?", I repeated.
"400 rupies.", he responded.
Aaargh! So, it turns out he is a really good haggler. Time after time he proved this, getting us some great deals.
While in India a van-like car was arranged to take us from
place to place (work, hotel, shopping, etc.) but it is quite expensive
and requires the driver to wait for us at each stop. We decided to try
our luck on a ricksha and Kevin asked the driver if we wanted to do this, what
should we expect to pay for a ricksha ride from the Leela to the Forum
mall. "About 150 rupees", he said. Apparently only Kevin and I heard this, because the next day when we walked out to the street and found the first ricksha, Chris (who by now I called "The Negotiator") began the haggle.
Before getting in, he asked, "How much for a ride to the Forum mall?"
Before the guy could answer, Chris suggests, "How about 300?"
"OK!", the man says.
That was one of the sweetest moments of my trip.
So we went to the Forum mall, which is a nice 5 story mall for India. Nothing compared to those in the U.S. but still nice. They have McDonald's here but it doesn't serve beef. They also have KFC and some other chains. We ate at this really neat restaurant that has a long room designed like the old-time train cars and we ate in one of those booths. The food was awesome. I got this drink that was milky and had cardamom and other seasonings in it that I really liked. The naan there was amazing. Rotis are also good but more like a tortilla and not leavened.
Indians eat almost everything with one hand and no silverware, which is pretty difficult since most of their food is like a stew with lots of gravy or sauce. They use one hand to tear off a piece of naan, then they pick up the food with that and eat it.
I also had a pan (or paan?) which is a type of breath freshener. Aromatic seeds wrapped in a butter nut leaf coated with real silver foil. You eat the whole thing in one bite including the silver. It was sweet and good. I know I've grown accustomed to the food whereas before I was not. I distinctly remember eating one of those pan's on my 2006 trip at a place called the Samarkand. It was so nasty, but now that I've had it I enjoyed it.
I had fresh Watermelon and Guava juice while in India, both are delicious.
The Bangalore climate is beautiful. It is cool weather here with a
light breeze and birds singing. Outside temperature in the morning is
perfect for breakfast. Each day we had breakfast outside, enjoying the
birds and weather and good food.
One evening we were taken out to a resort where we were treated to a Bollywood fashion show put on by one of the teams. They did a wonderful job. I tried to imagine a U.S. team doing something like this and couldn't quite pull it off. This is distinctly Indian. Chris, Kevin and I were the "distinguished guests of honor". They asked us to come up and dance at the end on the stage. The three of us felt very silly but had fun. After this then we had appetizers and drinks and by then my head was hurting quite a bit, but I hung in there. They had some loud music and sucked us into dancing again, and I was horrible but it was fun... except my head was getting worse. By 10 I was totally done and growing sick. Kevin and I left early and we barely made it back to the hotel. I kept praying to just let me make it to my room before getting sick. I never threw up and was grateful, but I had a full-on migraine and my stomach was in knots. I slept fitfully through the night.
The trip home was smooth until Denver, at which point it became rather painful. It appears our flight arrive a bit late and our departing plane left on time. Without us. What was to be a very short 1 hour layover turned into a 6 hour layover. After a trip that long, a Friday evening in the Denver airport was not on my list of fun ways to spend the weekend.
Chris and I got to know each other on this journey, and that was honestly the best part of the trip. Our time together showed me that he is a funny, well-balanced man who I respect tremendously.
p.s. Incidentally, this is the trip the caused me to miss Valentine's Day and the Super Bowl. (My job later cost me most of Mother's Day in flight to Florida, a bad move all around considering I missed two chances to express my love to my Love this year...) For all of you traveling guys out there, I recommend against this.
Armin is a very gentlemanly fellow who took the time to
get to know us before the excitement began. He has been flying for many years and many thousands of hours. We talked about his "trike", the beautiful little red powered glider. It turns out to be different from what most think about when they hear the words "hang glider". His vessel is powered.
Now, you might be thinking about an ultra light craft, but his is actually over the ultra light's 250-pound weight limit. His 500-pound machine is a two-man, larger engine craft that the FAA allows to be flown for training purposes. So this was a day for my first flying lesson.
Armin asked me to fly between two clouds, and then between two more, and then towards one more. It was an exhilarating experience to be out in the open, flying up into the clouds. It was just like I had imagined (maybe better) and very similar to many of the flying dreams I have had.
In moments we were back at the hangar, dismounting. The fun was over now. But flying is definitely now stuck in my blood. For the next few hours it was all I could think about. I am now dreaming of the next time I can do it, and perhaps one day have a glider of my own.
