What's the Indian equivalent of Montezuma's Revenge?
My morning began with projectile vomiting.
Really, I was perfectly fine and then halfway to work, my stomach started cramping up and before I could tell the driver to pull over, I puked all over myself and the seat-back. When he pulled over I thought I was done, but no, I then proceeded to puke some more. Being an ever polite Indian, he cleaned up my puke without fuss and took me back to the hotel. Of course, I tipped him like crazy for that.
I spent most of the afternoon dying of agony before finally hauling myself out of bed. Luckily, I made it to work without any more illness.
At work, I met my Indian equivalent and her boss, who are both very nice. Then I was swept upstairs and given a cube. They are a lot smaller than the ones back home and the walls are so low so everyone can see what everyone is doing. Apparently they have to dress up every day except Friday so I was slightly out of place; my pants were dressy enough but my shirt was not. Then again, to them, I'm a client so I think I could've gone naked and they wouldn't have said a word.
Anyway, my team is so nice and so sweet. They introduced me to all of their friends and invited me upstairs for tea and cake. The cake was really good but of course we ate it with our hands so I was a total mess afterward. I'm getting used to this whole eating with your right hand only and using that instead of a utensil thing though!
When I came back here tonight, my floor's butler insisted on meeting with me. Once again, another Indian is surprised that I can pronounce their name and that I eat Indian food! Really, I don't think most Indian names are hard to pronounce and I love the food.
Speaking of which, I told my team I want to go out to dinner with them where they eat. I don't want to go to some watered down place for tourists. Bring on the spice!
Really, I was perfectly fine and then halfway to work, my stomach started cramping up and before I could tell the driver to pull over, I puked all over myself and the seat-back. When he pulled over I thought I was done, but no, I then proceeded to puke some more. Being an ever polite Indian, he cleaned up my puke without fuss and took me back to the hotel. Of course, I tipped him like crazy for that.
I spent most of the afternoon dying of agony before finally hauling myself out of bed. Luckily, I made it to work without any more illness.
At work, I met my Indian equivalent and her boss, who are both very nice. Then I was swept upstairs and given a cube. They are a lot smaller than the ones back home and the walls are so low so everyone can see what everyone is doing. Apparently they have to dress up every day except Friday so I was slightly out of place; my pants were dressy enough but my shirt was not. Then again, to them, I'm a client so I think I could've gone naked and they wouldn't have said a word.
Anyway, my team is so nice and so sweet. They introduced me to all of their friends and invited me upstairs for tea and cake. The cake was really good but of course we ate it with our hands so I was a total mess afterward. I'm getting used to this whole eating with your right hand only and using that instead of a utensil thing though!
When I came back here tonight, my floor's butler insisted on meeting with me. Once again, another Indian is surprised that I can pronounce their name and that I eat Indian food! Really, I don't think most Indian names are hard to pronounce and I love the food.
Speaking of which, I told my team I want to go out to dinner with them where they eat. I don't want to go to some watered down place for tourists. Bring on the spice!