The comforts of globalization, for me, lies in how in no matter which Subway you’re at around the world, they always have my favourite things: BMT, and Turkey breast, ham and bacon melt – and say the same things in the same steps.
Six inch or footlong, do you want it toasted, the same number of ham slices and cheese (2 for every six inch), would you like all the vegetables (to which I always say, everything but pickles), would you like salt or pepper ma’am, and which dressing would you like.
I love Subway, and I love Jaipur for having one. I also love Jaipur for how my hotel has air-conditioning that actually works instead of suffocating me, for cleaning my room everyday, for having hot and cold water around the clock, for having great and cheap food for room service (I have room service!), for having 3 electricity points, and have I mentioned air-conditioning that works (also, for costing S$20 a night and looking better than many Malaysian four star hotels)?
After travelling for as much as I’ve recently done, I’m _tired_. I stayed in the hotel – my nice hotel – for a day and a half, ordered room service, made love to my laptop, and was rewarded with not just rest, but the nice surprise of blowing my nose and finding that whatever appears doesn’t have to be shades of black.
A dear friend sends me this image with the message, “two of your favourite things” –
_Yummy_
_Alt caption: It’s hot in there_
Ah, India.
Today a rickshaw-wallah asks me which part of India I come from, two days ago I took my worst bus ride in a long time, three days ago I woke up in sleeper class in a train arriving at Agra Fort, four days ago I was caught in a jam between one dead body and another (while trying to avoid stepping on cow dung, dogs, and trying not to be run over by motorcycles at the same time)… tomorrow? India makes you lose your capacity for surprise. All I know for sure is that tomorrow I will eat a Subway sandwich again (for someone who loves Indian food as much as I do – let it be said that the max. threshold lies around 3 meals of it everyday for 15 days).
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Reading your blog makes me ashame of myself for not parcitipating in your interesting advantures till now. I’ve never had a chance nor the guts to travel to India but you brought me along with all the experiences and sights you’ve seen and felt. My heart races with your excitement and my skin crawls with your bad moments. Two thumbs up for your natural writer instincts, too captivating and real. You’re such a legend…a friend…a tour-guide and definately a gem. Keep the postings coming in and all the best for the reminding weeks on this surreal journey.
Hi Adri !
blowing nose understandable, you travelling from Darjeeling to Jaipur. Anyway, vagina tandoori looks nice ! i hope the “chicks are hot” ;-)
have fun ~
bir
well when r u going to Ahmedabad, i did my bachelors there. It is one of the developed part of India, i am sure you will have a lot of fun ~ there ~
so young. but already exploring the world. nice.
where r u staying in Jaipur? sounds like a nice place.. enjoy the subs and the tandoori :) see ya in mumbai.. cheers!
should try the subway at indira gandhi airport. i dunno about know but they were very very generous with the servings when i was in delhi
yes adri’s an inspiration..and one of the reasons why i desperately wanna see india for myself. and have i mentioned i love ur travel writing? more more!
well rebecca you loved me even before i started travelling!!
satya: hotel pearl palace. i am SOO happy with it. heh.
thx adri but u dont have to make it so obvious right?!
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