In India there is no such thing as a lime. Or lemon as we know it.
There are only unripe lemons, which are green or greenish yellow. They taste like limes but more sour. Making a good Marguerita here in India is difficult because it is hard to find rock salt and there are only puny green lemons.
Some people would argue that a lime is a baby green lemon. And from my quick ponderings on the web they could be right except that they are listed as different species: Lemon is Citrus x limon and Lime is Citrus x latifolia. What we get here in India doesn't taste quite limey enough which makes my favorite condiment, cilantro chutney, very different tasting. Hmmm.

In India the public restroom is along the side of the road over the gutter. This is also where people can set up shop to sell garden pottery, tender coconuts, rugs, children's toys,motorcycle helmets and other non-essentials. It is also where 50% of the population live, (sleep, bathe, laugh, cook etc.)

In India the time is five and a half hours ahead of Greenwich Mean Time which makes people from India confused about appointment times. If the electrician makes an appointment with you for 4pm it is more likely that he will assume the appointment is for 9:30 pm at night at which time he may be busy and end up showing up the next week after you have hired someone else.

In India the best food is found in the portable food stalls located roadside in the cities. Now, if you aren't from India it is best to avoid these places because the flora and fauna that live in the local Indian stomach could beat the sh** out of the flora and fauna that live in your stomach, (which is what happens when you eat such treats). Too bad, you have to go to the posh hotels and eat overpriced western food prepared by locals which usually tastes, uh, different. Best thing to do is go to someone's house. Someone local that is. For dinner.

In India tradespeople (carpenters, plumbers etc.) are not schooled, nor are they usually paid very well so their work is less reliable. Don't get mad! You just paid them eight dollars for 2 hours work! This also applies to pedicurists. So when you find yourself with a toenail fungus, (like me) remember you only paid that woman 5 bucks for 2 hours work! Doesn't help does it?

In India everyone skims off the top. Even the honest people. They have to. That is the only way to survive now that the foreigners have come and jacked up the prices.

In India no-one is expected to follow laws. 'Cause no-one does.
Cool huh?

It has been a hot and stupid week for me. And I don't like to share my moronic side too much or this blog will become a complete waste. Husband has been travelling an impossible amount of time and this takes a big hunk out of my sanity. Partly because of the transitions and partly because he is more helpful than I would like to admit.
This is to explain scant writing. And.

We leave for Singapore in two weeks.

Yeah.

WTF!

Quarentine in Singapore

Reserve your quarentine station cage two months in advance.
We knew this months ago but weren't able to do anything about it since we weren't given the go ahead from Big Daddy Boss Man until two weeks ago. This means we may need to stick around a few weeks longer here in The Bangalore. This is ok because it will take 4 weeks for our stuff to arrive anyway and we were planning on living in a hotel( for 2 weeks) any how.

We also need to hold out for an air conditioned cage for two kitties. This is a requirement as the cats do get dehydrated very easily now that they are old ladies.

Well. One box at a time. If only I could get one box packed I could start the momentum.

Back in Singapore we ate at Jumbo Seafood. This was seafood with the local flava, which the H and I were a little skeptical about. Kind of fishy. More flipper than we were prepared for I think.



Anyway.

Walking around East Coast park beach we were made aware of the surplus of stray cats!Many camping out within yards of each other in the sand. Most with one ear clipped. This means the city has neutered them.

The baby made friends with our house hunter and nick-named him "naughty boy", (because he was late for an appointment). Now, unfortunately she is calling all men who look like they could be Chinese, Naughty Boy. The flight attendant at Singapore Airlines was puzzled by this but his female counterparts were in hysterics laughing.

How does the Singapore change in the seasons? Well, from the 14th floor the fog and rain are very interesting to watch. But are there seasons here? We have been missing the rain in Bangalore. And weather of any kind except for hot and dry.

I watched Revolutionary Road and Frost/Nixon on the plane trip and thought both were excellent, but sad. I don't know why but over the last 3 years I have noticed that movies affect me more deeply and I have to be careful about what I watch. Curious.