We were nearing the end of our first month, and it was
time to leave the sandy beaches and head back to the city. In contrast
to others, the purpose of our visit to the next two cities was purely to
fly. Nevertheless they played host to several hilarious events.
Mumbai brought with it sky scrapers, bright lights, and noticeably high levels of wealth. Our first encounter of a rich community thus far. The highlight would have to be meeting up with a good old friend from university. George joined us for a few days walking aimlessly along the streets of Mumbai and its several markets. Here we saw a variety of goods beyond imagination. Whoever knew that novels and sex toys were complimentary goods! A combination of low funds and desire lead us to spend our last few hours in Mumbai eating street kebabs and playing an innocent game of cards. The locals did not see it this way, and we were 'politely encouraged' to leave.
A long wait in the airport and a night flight later we found ourselves arriving Colombo in good time to see the sun rise. Here we had the pleasure of staying with Shaan's relative, Chandra, in the most prime location that this coastal city had to offer. We were completely spoilt by chauffeuring services and food that was to die for! Our stay gave rise to possibly the funniest occurrence yet.
Whilst everyone upstairs were peacefully asleep I was strangely awaken by what seemed to be a storm outside. Several minutes later I came to the conclusion that this torrential downpour had lasted an impossibly long time, and so I got out of bed to do some detective work. It didn't take long to discover that the storm-like noise was in fact the shower pipe firing out water all over the bathroom. The pipe was snaking around like an out of control hose pipe, seemingly doing it's best to escape my grasp. After feeling inadequate I turned to wake Will (who I was rooming with) for much needed assistance. From the darkness of the bedroom a very confused and annoyed man appeared in the bathroom doorway. "What the **** is going on!?" Eventually we managed to tame the out of control beast, and reattached the pipe. So there we were at 4am, two grown men in our underwear, soaked from head to toe looking helplessly at each other, desperately airing the sodden garments in front of the fan. After an eventful breakfast of revealing the tales of an interesting night, we made way for Hikkaduwa on the coastal train.
Rhys.
Mumbai brought with it sky scrapers, bright lights, and noticeably high levels of wealth. Our first encounter of a rich community thus far. The highlight would have to be meeting up with a good old friend from university. George joined us for a few days walking aimlessly along the streets of Mumbai and its several markets. Here we saw a variety of goods beyond imagination. Whoever knew that novels and sex toys were complimentary goods! A combination of low funds and desire lead us to spend our last few hours in Mumbai eating street kebabs and playing an innocent game of cards. The locals did not see it this way, and we were 'politely encouraged' to leave.
A long wait in the airport and a night flight later we found ourselves arriving Colombo in good time to see the sun rise. Here we had the pleasure of staying with Shaan's relative, Chandra, in the most prime location that this coastal city had to offer. We were completely spoilt by chauffeuring services and food that was to die for! Our stay gave rise to possibly the funniest occurrence yet.
Whilst everyone upstairs were peacefully asleep I was strangely awaken by what seemed to be a storm outside. Several minutes later I came to the conclusion that this torrential downpour had lasted an impossibly long time, and so I got out of bed to do some detective work. It didn't take long to discover that the storm-like noise was in fact the shower pipe firing out water all over the bathroom. The pipe was snaking around like an out of control hose pipe, seemingly doing it's best to escape my grasp. After feeling inadequate I turned to wake Will (who I was rooming with) for much needed assistance. From the darkness of the bedroom a very confused and annoyed man appeared in the bathroom doorway. "What the **** is going on!?" Eventually we managed to tame the out of control beast, and reattached the pipe. So there we were at 4am, two grown men in our underwear, soaked from head to toe looking helplessly at each other, desperately airing the sodden garments in front of the fan. After an eventful breakfast of revealing the tales of an interesting night, we made way for Hikkaduwa on the coastal train.
Rhys.
Ha Ha, sounds like life is interesting still. This bought visions I'm not sure we would all want to see!
ReplyDeleteLoving the photos boys, keep it up :)
Whether in Asia or Africa....bathrooms are perhaps not great places to be in the dead of night. Really good writing and pictures all round - keep it rolling !!
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