What a great invention- how could these possibly be forgotten? I’ve been reminded of this absolute treat recently and think maybe I should eat more of them. India also has a fabulous drink called a Lassi, a yoghurt based drink with fresh fruit- again with banana is good. In fact, it may raise a few eyebrows when I say that I didn’t really have many problems with the food at all, a lot of it was absolutely delicious. In Mamallapuram Joel and I ate tiger prawns the size of my hand, soooo tasty.
As this is my last blog on my India trip (I arrived back home yesterday) I thought I would do a little award ceremony for those bits and pieces I haven’t included. Just bear with me…
Most Stupid Question Asked.
My flight back to London left at the ridiculous hour of 5:25am so I hung out in a 5 star hotel lobby near the hotel, being one of the few places serving food and drink 24 hours a day. At about 2:30am I went into the deserted 24 hour cafe- in fact the entire hotel was totally deserted, reminding me that everyone was tucked up in bed and I was fighting sleep. So I sauntered into the large cafeteria with literally nobody in, apart from one waiter who came up to me and asked: “Smoking or Non?”.
Most Excruciating Moment
I was asked to report at the High Court’s annual day celebrating women lawyers by myself and I really wanted to prove my worth. As I have mentioned before (I think), Indian events are full of ceremony and can be very long-winded. I had been sat in the conference hall for three and a half hours watching dances, people singing and the commotion in between, preparing for the next act. When the opening speeches began they were in Tamil (the local language) but that seemed quite normal and meant I just had to sit and wait- for another hour. Finally, the person presenting the guest speaker (and reading out his background, current CV, likes and dislikes…) spoke in English for about 15 minutes and just at the very end of her speech, welcoming the guest speaker on to the stage said “And as he is so respected in Tamil Nadu, I implore him to please do his entire speech in the local language.” Four and half hours to wait for a speech I couldn’t understand.
Most Vile Moment
Some of you may not know that I have this ridiculous, irrational dislike for ketchup. It’s not that I can’t have it with chips or something, but as soon as it’s just on a plate not being used or if there’s ketchup on the bottle in front of me, it makes me go a bit weird and can’t touch it. That said, I was in a cafe with three friends I had made, when the food arrived and a ketchup bottle was put on the table. Just wanting to swiftly move it out of my sight, I went to pick it up and instead knocked the bottle over and it went all over the girl sat opposite me. I was horrified and knew that I should help her wipe it off and clean up her bag but I just couldn’t bring myself to touch it. I just sat there saying how sorry I was, feeling like an utter bitch for not helping. I would possibly consider that to be my worst nightmare had that happened to me. Yecchhhhh.
Moment That Felt Most Like A (Brief) Holiday
Mamallapuram had a festival celebrating the opening of a new temple while we were there. There was a stage on the beach with dancing, singing and music and all the locals sat on the beach with their families and friends to enjoy it. There’s something about the buzzy atmosphere on the beaches I have been to here that makes me smile like a fool, it’s so contagious. If beach and temples are your thing, Mamallapuram is the place to visit, so I’m told.
The Most Difficult Moment of the Trip
Leaving. And more specifically, leaving Mamallapuram. That was the signal to me that my time was up and I was homebound.
What a mad, cool, surreal, insightful, inspiring trip. India; I’m not done with you, I’m just biding my time to come back for more.