April 4th, 2013
Bikes Fixed: 75
Bikes/Day Avg: 1.27
I plan on giving each post a unique title, so some of them have to be questionable, right? It’s the pigeonhole principle. Or maybe I just need better pigeonholes. Okay, enough geeking out.
Today I went, “Oh yea, I have to blog and such!” …hence… “Oh yea.”
Anyways… I have a few ideas for neat posts but first I have to finish up that trip with Firefox. So let’s see… we were in Bangalore, on Monday, March 11th, and I had just gone to bed after giving a presentation.
Then I got up. And got on a plane to Goa. And gave another presentation.
Okay, it’s a bit more complicated than that. Some of the planning was done last minute (and by Viju (my travel buddy, if you remember), who usually has his wife plan things, so… let’s just say it’s not his best skill (sorry buddy, I still love you though)), so we had a 6 AM flight. Fortunately it was only 45 minutes, and the cab from the airport was nice. Goa was very… scenic.
Okay, the above wasn’t taken during the cab drive, but that’s sure what it felt like. There were palm trees and other greeneries everywhere; compared to the rest of India, it felt like a rainforest. Instead of, you know, urbanville.
So we had a bit to relax in the hotel, but not long enough to sleep, really. At some point we made it down to a sports shop owned by the same guy hosting the seminar. We were then scootered (yes, scootered… I have a photo of this somewhere, I promise) to a hotel where the seminar was.
Yup. A hotel. Not a bike shop. A hotel.
A restaurant in a hotel, actually.
But hey, we made it work. Actually, it worked pretty well, compared to some of our other seminars. Small class size. In-house food.
Unofficially, I was a little pressured to finish early, because… you know… Goa.
I can understand why one of Viju’s friends commented upon our arrival, “Goa and work… not buying it!”
But we did work. We totally worked. Here’s proof that we worked.
Every smile you see is a witness to the work that we did.
So the next day,
I held on to that for as long as I could.
Oh, and as long as I’m digging myself a little deeper…
…we spent the first evening in a bamboo shack with our feet up, drinking pineapple juice (out of pineapple-shaped glasses, no less) and having American Breakfast (I remember that specifically because it was the name of my order. I hadn’t had cheesy scrambled eggs… or sausage… in. SO. LONG. I was really glad they did breakfast for dinner).
It felt like a movie. Seriously. When I imagine the ideal beach scenario. That was it.
Okay, enough incomplete sentences.
We rented a scooter to get to the beach, and flipped a coin for the helmet. Sorry Mom.
*ahem* Okay, NOW I’m done. After Goa was Pune. There wasn’t anything terribly special about Pune, except that the hotel had lobby computers, so I could update my blog. Oh, and we went to see Oz: The Great and Powerful, which was pretty good. The plot was as slow as molasses for a while (I say this ironically, having recently read some of the history of molasses), and everybody knows the wicked witch was born green (I still need to see that, by the way), but still pretty good… I may need to see it again, actually.
Here’s something else that happened in Pune (Poon-ay, by the way):
This is how you…
Just for giggles we asked the mechanics how they would fit a customer to a bike, and above you can see one of the answers we got for seat height. Yes, “if you touch the pedal with your fingertips, the seat should come just up to your armpit.”
I’ll let you ponder that for a while.
After Pune we drove to Mumbai, which is a fairly common drive, apparently; some people make it daily for work (by “drove” I mean we got a cab — remember, labor is cheap!).
I thought the way they regulated speeding was really interesting, and really smart.
So everywhere in India, there are toll booths. When you leave or enter a city, you stop and pay the toll. But apparently there’s lots of speeding between Pune and Mumbai, because they’ve integrated an anti-speeding campaign in with the toll booths. When you leave one city (say, Pune), you get a ticket with the time you left on it. When you enter Mumbai, you present your ticket, and pay the toll. Since your ticket is time-stamped and the distance is known, they can calculate how fast you went. So if you speed, you just pay a bigger toll.
Of course, welcome to India: Somebody figured they’d put a convenience stop right before the toll booth… so people speed to the convenience stop, buy and drink a coffee, then go through the toll booth. But hey… it was a good start.
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So in Mumbia we had a day to kill. We…
rode the trains (it’s a thing).
Only usually they are quite full.
Saw the Gateway to India. Or the India Gate. Or one of the gates. There are so many (I’m pretty sure this one is the Gateway).
Bought bicycle art.
Rs. 103. “What?” “100 for 3.” “Oh. Okay!”
And sat on the edge of the harbor along with thousands of other people.
Bombay is happening (Bombay = Mumbai).
I’ll just let this one speak for itself.
Okay, so then
Can you tell it’s getting late and I’d rather be sleeping than typing?
back to Delhi.
Mechanics trained: 95.
And I’m about to do two more sessions here in Delhi. So the India part of this project can be 90 Bikes, 90+ Mechanics, 90 Days.
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Expect another post or two this weekend.