Day Three: Marty, the Dredges have Found Me

So as my time progresses I find that working 12 hour shifts half way around the world is probably just like working 12 hour shifts elsewhere, except that I see approximately half a million* people on my way to work.

1726 UTC// 02.05.07

This morning, on par with the whole experience I slept until the exact time I told the cab driver to pick me up (the three layered curtain thing really works). So, another morning, another rushed Felix and I’m out the lobby. I come to find out that it would have behooved me to stay an extra five minutes.

1754 UTC // 02.05.07

(Please do not eat while reading the following story)
On my way to finding an ATM machine this morning I immediately get hit with something that can only be described as a five alarm on the downside. Out of know where I’m suddenly waiting in an ATM line and looking around at available destinations for the impending doom that is quickly forcing its way to the surface. As my cab driver patiently waits for me to draw out money I immediately run to his side of the car with screams of help, the following conversation quickly occurs:

Me:”I need….a….bathroom…sorry…washroom…”
Cabby: “there is no…”
Me: “no…I need now…”
Cabby: (points over shoulder to an Indian Oil station)

I run to the air-conditioned inside to ask the Oil barons if they would be so kind to show me the rest room. A young man takes me behind the station to a cut out closet with a urinal and bar door to keep you “private”. Since my needs did not match those that were being provided and a mudslide on its way to freedom, I was left with no choice…I…I….pulled a Stan Marsh.

(a nation of scousers understands)


Why do I share this story with you? I really don’t know, unless to prove the point that, don’t judge you too could wind up in the same place. Oh, and I did pull the money out of the ATM and somewhere in Mumbai there is a group of Oil barons that course my existence and believe that all white men from here on out will provide the same damage to his urinal.

But hey, what happens in Mumbai goes on the Lodge and Curry Fiesta

I will report that no one was hurt in this story and everything is operating correctly now.

As for the rest of the day, well there was a lot of work involved. I didn’t ride home on the same street as yesterday so I’m still not prepared for my Z survival rating, but I did try my first curry and yes, I have to report that it is true that India does make good curry. Hold back you amazement and open your minds.

0712 UTC // 02.05.97

Starting to adjust to working through the night, which I’m not sure how I feel other than there is a since of optimism that is far greater when the light is just coming up and you are just leaving work. I have some photos below from my car ride home today.

Recommendations:

Champions League Football:

Livapool/ Blues:
I got home and the final touches were on the game…a little bit of joy (not for the result) to an already traumatic day.

That’s all I got, I promise I’ll try better tomorrow.