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Showing posts with label kulturchock. Show all posts

11 August 2010

one 10th of my stay is now completed!

Now Im back again, we passed the first month, my host sis (Janhavi) has left India and gone to Denmark and I have gotten through my one-month-crisis (although; to call is a crisis might be to overstate it just a tiny bit)... I knew when coming here, that there would be more rules than I was used to in Denmark. But when I was not allowed to travel alone for 7 stations by train to meet with some other inbounds, outbounds and rebounds. I felt as though I was being treated like a kid. Luckily we sorted things out. My host mom took me to the station during peak hours to show me what it could be like. Seeing that, I were able to see that there might be some sense to their restrictions, and we made a deal that I could go if it was out of peak hours.


2nd class in the Ladies compartment during peak hours (7pm)

And yesterday I actually went, by train, alone, all the way to churchgate (a one hour journey) and then to my college to pick up another sigature needed for the FRRO registration (have lost all respect for anything that has anything to do with the bureaucracy that going on there)... And I met up with Stuti, one of Janhavis friends from the college. We went for ice cream, and she followed me to the station where i took the train to Goregaon and a rickshaw home.

20 July 2010

mælk smager mærkeligt i Indien...

Okay jeg ved godt at jeg sagde at jeg ville skrive på engelsk, men indimellem må i altså finde jer i et par danske indlæg...


Jeg skulle her til morgen (for første gang i 10 dage) have lidt vesterlandsk morgenmad. Jeg glæder mig til mine cornflakes med mælk på, indtil jeg oplever at danskere og indere altså IKKE har den samme opfattelse af hvad mælk er: De får mælken ved at en doodh-walla (mælkemand) dagligt kommer på sin cykel med to mælkejunger som han så bærer op af trapperne i alle opgangene. Vil man have mælk kommer man ud med en skål han så fylder op... Men den her 'mælk' er så fed og klumpet et det for en minimælks-drikker som mig, virker som den rene fløde, hvilket ville være okay hvis man var forberedt på det; men nå man sidder klokken halv et, lige er stået op (og vælger en gang cornflakes fordi man ikke lige overskuer chili, karry, og alle de andre inden man har fået øjne) Så er det ikke lige det man helst vil ha...


Så vær på vagt hvis i har lyt til en skål havregryn, allbran, weetabix eller en hver form for müsli... you never know what you're gonna get !