Today I stopped by the office (as you can see below) while it was getting packed up. Afterwards, I went to what might be the nicest hotel I’ve ever seen, the Oberoi, and relaxed poolside with good company, and beer.
Picture of My Feet (HDR) - Fort Aguada, Goa, India
Relaxing.
Drunken Holi.
48 Hour Summary.
- Between Newark and Bangalore, I slept for a peaceful 16 hours, which has destroyed my sleeping patterns.
- Hassled by customs for traveling with more laptops than underwear.
- Shot in the face by the bidet in my bathroom.
- Visited my office; learned and forgot many, many names.
- Ate several Indian dishes, all of which were delightful, and also forgot what they were called.
- Was led to the watering hole — of alcohol, and purchased several varieties of Kingfisher beer, and Signature whisky, all of which are rather tasty.
- Indulged in Indian television (more to come on this).
- Returned to my office; learned and forgot many, many names again.
- Walked around the city, crossed MG Road during peak traffic and survived.
- Bought a pack of cigarettes for less than $2.
