Day 4
Day 4 really has no story to tell. Joel, Mandy and I all had breakfast together. Strangely enough, we had dosas, which I don't think are a breakfast food. I think I've explained before what dosas are, so I won't say again, but I had as usual a butter masala dosa, and it was good, as usual. Then I went back to my room and read "The Life of Pi" and did homework. Oh, I forgot to mention that one day we went out and walked on the Puri beach for a short time, which is where the pictures of the camel on the beach and the "lifeguards" is from.
Day 5 was our last day in Puri. We got up, had breakfast at the Pink Hotel Restaurant. This was a great breakfast! I had masala tea, an omelet, and a "coconut pancake." This was not so much a pancake as a crepe that was covered with coconut shavings. The shavings may have been dry, but together it was fabulous! It was great! Which reminds me that somehow I forgot to mention another breakfast, which must have been the Bhubaneshwar breakfast: we had breakfast again at the Honey Bee. I had a chocolate doughnut, which had actual chocolate tasting topping and was just as good as the other doughnut. With it I had muesli and yoghurt. Nothing will ever be as good as the muesli and yoghurt that we had in Bangladesh, but we try. Muesli, for those who don't know, is oats (like, the same that are used for oatmeal) and dried fruit. This muesli was good, but there was too much yoghurt (it was like soup) and not enough oats, which were also brittle rather than soft. Anyway, back to the story.
This last day our goal was to go see the dolphins. I admit, I had a fantasy of touching a dolphin. And under torture, I could even be compelled to admit a secret fantasy of...yes...SWIMMING with dolphins. The shame. Anyway, it was about an hour and a half rickshaw ride up there, with Ajit driving. A word about Ajit. Ajit was a pot head. A big pothead. Every half hour he would stop the rickshaw with no warning, pull out some marijuana, crush it up and roll it, then smoke it. While driving. I was so horrified. Anyway, the dolphin thing was sort of silly. And way overpriced. But I'll have to post about it later.
Day 5 was our last day in Puri. We got up, had breakfast at the Pink Hotel Restaurant. This was a great breakfast! I had masala tea, an omelet, and a "coconut pancake." This was not so much a pancake as a crepe that was covered with coconut shavings. The shavings may have been dry, but together it was fabulous! It was great! Which reminds me that somehow I forgot to mention another breakfast, which must have been the Bhubaneshwar breakfast: we had breakfast again at the Honey Bee. I had a chocolate doughnut, which had actual chocolate tasting topping and was just as good as the other doughnut. With it I had muesli and yoghurt. Nothing will ever be as good as the muesli and yoghurt that we had in Bangladesh, but we try. Muesli, for those who don't know, is oats (like, the same that are used for oatmeal) and dried fruit. This muesli was good, but there was too much yoghurt (it was like soup) and not enough oats, which were also brittle rather than soft. Anyway, back to the story.
This last day our goal was to go see the dolphins. I admit, I had a fantasy of touching a dolphin. And under torture, I could even be compelled to admit a secret fantasy of...yes...SWIMMING with dolphins. The shame. Anyway, it was about an hour and a half rickshaw ride up there, with Ajit driving. A word about Ajit. Ajit was a pot head. A big pothead. Every half hour he would stop the rickshaw with no warning, pull out some marijuana, crush it up and roll it, then smoke it. While driving. I was so horrified. Anyway, the dolphin thing was sort of silly. And way overpriced. But I'll have to post about it later.