Hey, hey, hey, hey, India Baby!
Well, I am in Chennai... It's 1051am in Thursday CST and 1021pm IST. I'm sitting alone in the training room of the new center in Chennai chasing emails, documents and phone calls and wishing I could just go shopping for idols of Ganesh. :) I forgot how horribly everyone drives here. I'm used to it and it's still terrifying. I want to video tape it to show everyone, because words TRULY do not do the horror justice. It's so horrifying in fact, I think just the traffic would make Robert like it here. ;p
The plane ride here was very LONG. My layover was in the Paris airport.... Michelle, I think I remember you mentioning that that airport was the worst ever... I think I have to agree. While I am not necessarily THE most worldly traveler, I have navigated many an airport in my day including ones in countries that don't even use the same alphabet we do (case in point, Chennai and/or Mumbai, take your pick!) and I have to say that the airport in Paris was THE MOST AWFUL AIRPORT EVaR. I think they intentionally made it hard to navigate JUST in case any American's happened to come through. The most awful part was that I had a 1.5 hour layover and I spent the ENTIRE time trying to get to the gate my flight was leaving from. I barely had time to grab some Hollywood chewing gum (to help with that not so fresh mouthly feeling) and a baguette magnet (hehe that rhymes) before I had to make a mad dash to jump on my plane so I could drive 30 minutes (no kidding) to get to the airstrip. To top it all off, when I sat in my seat I smelt the most foul body oder ever... I thought it was the Indians in front of me and spent the next 2 hours cursing their smell, until I discovered it was the French girl sitting next to me. Gah- i almost puked like 10 times and had to try to breath through my mouth for 9 hours for fear of truly yacking. I know they used to do the perfume bath to avoid the water bath, but come on... It's 2008. To top it all off, her and her younger sister or highly inappropriately young travel companion, I'm not sure which had to get up to go to the bathroom and would not give me any time or room to move. Those French folks, get RIGHT UP in your space and don't move... I left Houston wearing my Fleur d'Lis with the stout determination I would like Parisians and that they couldn't be all that bad. I got off the plane in Chennai vowing never to fly Air France again! Bah!
On a more pleasant note, the food here is really good and the weather is not too bad. It's hard as HELL to understand what these guys are saying half the time, but so far I think things are going well.
I miss all of you bastards and will update again soon (for anyone who cares).
Buddy Pants of Doom, P- Fritty and J-Ho~ Have fun at And One you fucks. ;)
The plane ride here was very LONG. My layover was in the Paris airport.... Michelle, I think I remember you mentioning that that airport was the worst ever... I think I have to agree. While I am not necessarily THE most worldly traveler, I have navigated many an airport in my day including ones in countries that don't even use the same alphabet we do (case in point, Chennai and/or Mumbai, take your pick!) and I have to say that the airport in Paris was THE MOST AWFUL AIRPORT EVaR. I think they intentionally made it hard to navigate JUST in case any American's happened to come through. The most awful part was that I had a 1.5 hour layover and I spent the ENTIRE time trying to get to the gate my flight was leaving from. I barely had time to grab some Hollywood chewing gum (to help with that not so fresh mouthly feeling) and a baguette magnet (hehe that rhymes) before I had to make a mad dash to jump on my plane so I could drive 30 minutes (no kidding) to get to the airstrip. To top it all off, when I sat in my seat I smelt the most foul body oder ever... I thought it was the Indians in front of me and spent the next 2 hours cursing their smell, until I discovered it was the French girl sitting next to me. Gah- i almost puked like 10 times and had to try to breath through my mouth for 9 hours for fear of truly yacking. I know they used to do the perfume bath to avoid the water bath, but come on... It's 2008. To top it all off, her and her younger sister or highly inappropriately young travel companion, I'm not sure which had to get up to go to the bathroom and would not give me any time or room to move. Those French folks, get RIGHT UP in your space and don't move... I left Houston wearing my Fleur d'Lis with the stout determination I would like Parisians and that they couldn't be all that bad. I got off the plane in Chennai vowing never to fly Air France again! Bah!
On a more pleasant note, the food here is really good and the weather is not too bad. It's hard as HELL to understand what these guys are saying half the time, but so far I think things are going well.
I miss all of you bastards and will update again soon (for anyone who cares).
Buddy Pants of Doom, P- Fritty and J-Ho~ Have fun at And One you fucks. ;)