Mumbai Express
Four days of pure fun. I feel so guilty. I'm not even employed. I don't deserve this much pleasure. I went out there with some old high school friends, stayed in an amazing apartment overlooking the sea, ate some of the best Indian food I have ever eaten, and of course, drank buckets of Kingfisher to beat the sticky heat.
Bombay's sweat or Hyderabad's furnace? I prefer the sweat. We stepped out of the airport in Hyd and I thought our clothes had caught fire. It is HOT (40C/105F).
The days passed by in a blur. All I remember is rolling on the floor in hysterical laughter with tears in my eyes. Some things never change and am I glad about that.
Hats off to Ninna, my hero. She is the only Indian woman I know who can drink more than most of my male friends. 5 beers, 4 large pegs of neat whiskey, and still going strong. I'm burning with envy. Grr.
Bombay's sweat or Hyderabad's furnace? I prefer the sweat. We stepped out of the airport in Hyd and I thought our clothes had caught fire. It is HOT (40C/105F).
The days passed by in a blur. All I remember is rolling on the floor in hysterical laughter with tears in my eyes. Some things never change and am I glad about that.
Hats off to Ninna, my hero. She is the only Indian woman I know who can drink more than most of my male friends. 5 beers, 4 large pegs of neat whiskey, and still going strong. I'm burning with envy. Grr.
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