I'm sitting in the Mumbai airport enjoying the free internet access ... When suddenly I recall, I stepped on a nail this morning (3:45am) as I was heading to my taxi for the ride to the airport. Right.
OK. I just inspected the toe, it has a dark spot where the nail went in. Hurts a little. But, it's probably fine. Ya?
On another note. I got into an argument with my taxi driver, also at about 3:45am. He did not want to use the meter for the drive to the airport, "meter problem". Which is the whole friggin' reason I ordered city cab in the first place. I was not impressed.
Between the loud music thumping from the club one floor below me, and getting several phone calls from the cab company attempting (in a language I don't understand) to confirm my hotel address, I got about 4 hours of sleep. Fine, plenty of sleep for traveling. Not enough sleep for someone trying to cheat me and for me to remain patient. Ahem. Well, in my defense he was trying to over charge me in a situation specifically set up to eliminate that possibility. And, it just gets so exhausting to always be looked at as a dollar sign here. I had, had enough. So I stomped my feet a little, said some things about not pissing me off at 4am, perhaps swore once or twice (exact words were, "for fucks sake") and in the end the meter miraculously started working again. Of course, I still over tipped him.
Even though he tried to cheat me and nearly killed us (not regular Indian driving nearly killed us, REALLY nearly killed us) twice. Because, bless him, the man slept in his car outside my hotel room, maybe makes 2,000 Rupees a month ($45 USD) saw an opportunity to make some money off of a rich westerner (albeit deceitful money, but that's his karma) and took it. How can I judge that?
Bangkok in 5 hours. Which does not include time change, so 7 hours.
A different country! Weird.
OK. I just inspected the toe, it has a dark spot where the nail went in. Hurts a little. But, it's probably fine. Ya?
On another note. I got into an argument with my taxi driver, also at about 3:45am. He did not want to use the meter for the drive to the airport, "meter problem". Which is the whole friggin' reason I ordered city cab in the first place. I was not impressed.
Between the loud music thumping from the club one floor below me, and getting several phone calls from the cab company attempting (in a language I don't understand) to confirm my hotel address, I got about 4 hours of sleep. Fine, plenty of sleep for traveling. Not enough sleep for someone trying to cheat me and for me to remain patient. Ahem. Well, in my defense he was trying to over charge me in a situation specifically set up to eliminate that possibility. And, it just gets so exhausting to always be looked at as a dollar sign here. I had, had enough. So I stomped my feet a little, said some things about not pissing me off at 4am, perhaps swore once or twice (exact words were, "for fucks sake") and in the end the meter miraculously started working again. Of course, I still over tipped him.
Even though he tried to cheat me and nearly killed us (not regular Indian driving nearly killed us, REALLY nearly killed us) twice. Because, bless him, the man slept in his car outside my hotel room, maybe makes 2,000 Rupees a month ($45 USD) saw an opportunity to make some money off of a rich westerner (albeit deceitful money, but that's his karma) and took it. How can I judge that?
Bangkok in 5 hours. Which does not include time change, so 7 hours.
A different country! Weird.
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