It seems I am writing about India in my blog every day. Well, I guess I am still experience the cultural shock. Everything happening around me seems so strange and foreign to me. Usually people will eventually get over with the cultural shock once they are familiar with the culture. There are many things I want to write about Indian culture and at the same time I don’t know where to begin. I will simply jot down a few observations I have over the weekend. I should know how to explain things more systemically once I finished reading my book on the anthropology of culture.
I went to a zoo and safari on the weekend. Inside the safari, the bus driver help us take many photos since he is siting closely to the window. When we get off, I decided to give him some tips, 10 rupees. To make me quite unpleasant is that he bargain with me asking for more tips, 100 rupees. I am the only one in the bus giving him tips. He should be glad to have any tips at all. At the end I gave him 50 rupees, but I decided I will not give any more tips in India unless it is necesgary.
The Indian concept of time is totally different than Canadian. When an Indian told you five minutes, it actually means anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour. I gave up expecting any Indian becoming on time. I guess I just have to wait patiently. I have nothing else to do or place to go anyways.
I went to M.G. road on the weekend. M.G. road is kinda like Robson Street in Vancouver, with lots of tourist store. On the street people trying to sell things to you are everywhere. Most of them sell cheesy key chains, handcraft souvenirs. There is one guy trying to sell wall size Indian map to tourist. That guy must be out of his mind. No tourist want to carry a cheap poster size map back home. Moreover it takes lost work to keep the map free off winkles. I wonder who will buy an Indian map during travel.