I spent the evening having dinner on the beach. I was walking on the beach, trying to figure out which restaurant when I found the "Bob Marley" restaurant. Reggae music, sand floor, sea shell lights and a thatched roof ceiling.
I had a wonderful whole masala-fried red snapper, pan potatoes, a 650ml beer (a 22 for y'all in the states) and a nutella crepe. Since it was Saturday night, I splurged for $300 rupees, about $7.50.
I know, such extravagance.
As I left the restaurant, I heard booming music in the distance and decided to follow. The last time I did that, I had just finished climbing Table Mountain in Cape Town.
I was in a cloud, and heard a beat and just followed it to a TimeWarner corporate party, which I snuck into and helped myself to free cocktails on Ted Turner's expense. This time, I wandered the beach, until I was stopped by a wall, so I followed the wall through a Tamil neighborhood, and to a fancy-schmancy resort. I just walked right in like I belonged, right past reception and into the party.
It was a company gathering for one of the top-5 Indian IT firms. There was about a thousand Indians, and moi. Since I had just eaten, I passed on the lavish buffet, but sampled a few things.
I listened to the cool hindi band, and talked with an IT designer who is applying to grad school at AU in Washington. Almost as much fun as when my yearcourse friends and I snuck into a club med in Achziv. There was a jetty and barbed wire, but the jetty went farther out, so we snuck in, ate the buffet, drank the wine, watched the acrobats and danced with the hot club med girls.
After the party ended, I walked back into town, past stray cows and goats, and went to a gem store, where I bargained for an hour-and-a-half for 132 karats of rubies, lapis, amethyst, and other stones for my little sis. Now I am being eaten alive by mossies, and must flee to my mosquito-netted bed.
News RSS