Many adventures happened in those 10 memorable days of the Andaman’s, but all good things must come to an end, unfortunately we had to go back to Port Blair as Lee and I had a train booked for the next day. Our last night in the Andaman’s was spent having dinner with Debbie, my grandparents, Ravi and his friend. Ravi and my grandparents have tradition where he will come aboard on the last night and bring a friend and genuine home cooked Indian meal. It was a real experience! We all sat around the table and served ourselves a little of each dish, then mid meal Ravi would dish out a little extra piece of meal or an extra vegetable. This is not because he is a food Nazi but rather because in his tradition this is their way of showing they care. This reminded me of my first night in India…
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| Katrine |
We had decided to go out to eat at a little restaurant down the road from our hotel. I ordered noodle something, pretty excited to find that most of the menu was in English and I could understand it. The server came and placed an empty dish in front of me, which confused me a little. Then he brought over a dish with the noodle something in it and proceeded to serve from his bowl into my empty one. So I told him it was okay and that he could just leave the bowl and I would serve myself…apparently that offended him because he stormed off to the manager and told him something in Hindi, or Tamil. The manager then came and asked if everything was okay, after much explanation we let him know we were very happy with the service and the food but were just not used to Indian customs. Awkward!
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| My first night in Mumbai |
After being invited to a New Years gig (that we danced for) at the Taj Mahal, I was on a mission to find some pretty shoes! We walked up and down a few main shopping streets til we found this one shoe shop that had the cutest shoes ever! I walked into the shop and was quickly drawn to a pair of silver heels. I looked around for an assistant, asked him for a size 6 (yes, now you know my shoe size…in the US it’s an 8, just in case you want to send me some cute heels, or whatever) he took and shoe and said ok…and then just stood there. Not sure whether or not he heard me I repeated “a size 6” to which he just I want to say nodded but it’s more like the Indian head wiggle (which means anything from yes to no, to maybe to I’m not sure what you just said but this seems like an appropriate response) and just stood there. A few minutes later a box of shoes were passed down, from the roof. Yes, there was a man in the attic that handed down the perfect shoe to an awaiting assistant who I kid you not…placed the shoes on my feet and asked me what I thought. That kind of service, seduces you to buy awesome silver heels…just by the way.
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| Third from the Left...my silver heels :) |
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