It’s the last day of the current visit and life has been, erm. Interesting for the past few days
I did some touristing on Sunday and went to Mamallapuram – or Temple Bay if you like.
It’s a pretty cool area, filled with ancient temples and some pretty impressive natural rock formations.
It would be perfect if it wasn’t for people.
Epic, unbelievable mongery at a UNESCO World Heritage site no less, people hanging off of carved elephants, jumping all over fragile stone carvings, grinning and gurning all the way.
Also lying under a huge, amazingly well balanced rock, pretending to push it upwards. I honestly stood there willing it to fall.. Sadly, it remains unsmeared with stupid humans. I never actually got a second for a shot that wasn’t filled with Mong, so had to go behind the rock to get another shot.
And got this awesome picture of the sun on the stone
We then attempted to shop – I had changed an extra £100 up and was fairly flush with cash and ready to spend money.
I now have a permanent association with the moustache and hairstyle and I saw variants of THIS in shop after shop.
“Ah, a white face, welcome sir, the price has just gone up by 500 percent”
I tried to buy jewellery – no luck, the prices were through the roof and there was no fun in negotiating at all, so i walked out of every jewellery shop.
Given my close association with Shiva, I tried to buy a statue – even worse luck. I laughed outright in three shops and walked out with the owners following me.
I looked at ornamental knives and budgeted around 3000 Rupees for what in reality is shoddy work with ornamental handles.
“This is a lovely piece sir, look at the quality, this is Damascus Steel”.
*feels blade wobble inside the grip, looks at steel*
“That’s not Damascus”
“Yes sir, it is”
“No it isn’t”
“Honestly sir, I swear to you, it is Damascus Steel”
“No. It. Really. Isn’t”
“Tell me sir what do you think it is?”
“It’s poor quality steel that’s been acid etched, badly by somebody that has only ever seen Damacus Steel on television”
“You could be right”.
And so it went.
I bought nothing, the naked greed was offputting and I gave up and went for dinner.
Monday was pretty much a standard day, gym, beach, pool, work, dinner, bed.
Tuesday was a crappier version, but had one interesting interlude.
I walked to the beach to find one of the local “craftsmen” lurking.
I met him last week when he insisted on walking with me then trying to extort $50 US for showing me some fish.
Yesterday he had a small statue of Shiva, so I asked the price.
“1800 Rupees sir”
*loud laughter, walks away*
“Sir that is a very good price”
“Go away, it’s too expensive I can buy one that size at home for 500 Rupees”
“No sir, you cannot buy for that price here, I cannot buy for that price”
*walks down beach for thirty minutes*
“Sir, seven hundred Rupees”
“See? How can I trust you now? You dropped your price by eleven hundred, you were trying to cheat me”
So I have a Shiva.
It’s cheap work and I’m going to buy a better version that I can actually display with some pride and to remember our time together.
Because I think the cunt is trolling me now.
I wandered along the beach this morning in a reflective mood, I knew that I’d have to come back, but wasn’t sure how long for or what the scope of my job would be.
I put a structure for the offshore service together last week and suggested some pretty big changes as I was sure that there was trouble ahead somewhere and that a whole slew of issues needed to be addressed.
As I walked the beach, I put checklists together and compiled questions in my head for the team as it was the first stage go live for the service today.
Once that was done, I had some breakfast and then got thrown around by the waves for thirty minutes.
Then it was work time and the excitement of a new live service.
Which isn’t going to happen anytime soon.
It’s been pulled by the client for reasons that are still unclear.
I already know I have to come back and most likely put the structure I designed together, I don’t know how long for but have already asked how much a house is to rent.
And on that note, I’ll carry on with the day, go back and finish packing, then fly home.
Maybe @AntiChrist_666 was right.