Sunday morning came bright early and at 8:59 am I was at Everest Travels. <Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 here to get that background> Less than 5 minutes later I was sitting in the private office of the manager. “S… Tobacco picked it up. Your ticket…Continue reading→
Everything!
In Chronological Order
No ID? No Problem! – Part 4
<The story so far: Our hero, tempted by the prospects of bagging bushels of bullion, has bribed and begged his way into Nepal, without any photo id at all and no passport. He stands now inside the arrivals terminal at Tribhuvan International Airport with wuthering wit and seething senses. Part…Continue reading→
No ID? No Problem! – Part 3
<Read Part I and Part 2> As I walked across the tarmac to the terminal building, I clutched my briefcase a little tighter. Visions of Nepali jails flashed before my eyes in a strange collection of images from various Hollywood movies. All too soon, I was facing a customs officer….Continue reading→
No ID? No Problem! – Part 2
When I left you hanging in Part 1, I was approaching the departure gate at Calcutta airport. I was headed out on the flight to Kathmandu, Nepal. I had no passport or any other form of photo id. In short nothing to prove I was who I said I…Continue reading→
No ID? No Problem! – Part 1
So there we were, barely successful business owners. Tea had given us a hefty start up push <read about it here>, Dettol and Cherry Blossom had given us wings, so when the cigarette company called we were reasonably assured we knew what the hell we were doing. Within a couple…Continue reading→
Graked Fishies
Graked Fishies What you may have thought when you saw the title I’m not quite sure. So let me try and clarify a few things. What does graked mean? It doesn’t. Mean anything, really. It’s just something my brain cooked up as a “grilled / baked” combo that comes without…Continue reading→
Vamp!
Actually a revamp. We’ve added the goodness of papaya and the healing properties of acai berries to give you a blog reading experience that you will quite easily forget. Yawning already? That will be the stimulus control therapy that comes free with this blog. Wait a second, you say. This…Continue reading→
Punjabi in Paris – Groundwork and Gruntwork
<This is Part Three of the Punjabi in Paris series. Read the first two, too! Part 1 and Part 2 may be found, you guessed it right, congratulations!, by clicking on the words Part 1 and Part 2. Not these ones, the ones earlier in the sentence, the ones that…Continue reading→
Shoe woe
So I went shoe shopping the other day. Ladies, do not attempt to whine to me about the problems you have shopping for shoes. In every store about 85% of shoes displayed and stocked were women’s shoes. They came in flats, heels of varying heights, wedges, platforms. They came in…Continue reading→
Punjabi in Paris – Final Frenzy
<Read earlier post here> Somewhere in the last week, The Beloved Bangalan, realized that we hadn’t figured out the cost-benefit ratio of internal travel. Local transport within the city. Renting a car for intra-city travel made as much sense as driving your own car in New Delhi or Calcutta. I…Continue reading→
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