On my return to Pune, I was happy that a coworker had arrived that morning. I met up with her for dinner. The cab driver we had was clueless and I knew I was being driven to a life of selling the "goods" in a Brothel. We went for dinner at this place called the Stonewater Grill. Before leaving I asked the hotel concierge that recommended the place if we were dressed suitable to go. He said yes. I had on a tshirt. Upon our arrival, it was clear that this place was a nightclub and we were told "there were no tables". I have never been turned away at a club in the US and now I am feeling some type of way when it happens to me in India. We decide on another place and get eaten up by mosquitoes while trying to enjoy dinner. Honestly, the best regular food I have had here has been Pizza Hut. I guess the Indian food is good, but I cannot handle the spicy taste. I am a wimp.
After the weekend you would think that the bathroom at the office would smell OK, it actually smelled worse. I definitely did not miss that. I still don't understand how people hang out in there. The last two days have been normal days. I am actually not falling asleep at my desk and thankfully not up at 4am. I worked really late the last two nights catching up from being in a jet lag coma last week. I now have three coworkers here with me, two of them speak Hindi, one is actually staying at the same hotel. Things are looking up...
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