My first 24 hours in Chennai
So well here we go then,
a roundup of my first 24 hours of Chennai (India).
It started at sunday evening when my wife and I decided to stay up until 4 o’clock instead of resting a few hours because we thought the mini-sleep would wreck me more than sleeping nothing at all. I still believe we are right on that part.
We left our house at 4 o’clock, arrived on the airport around 5 o’clock and I borded around 6h35.
The emotions of that moment were way bigger than I would have expected because suddenly you realise how long 3 weeks are when you have to leave you’re loved one behind. Already miss you baby !
At 7h05 the plane departed in Zaventem and from 8h05 till 10h40 I sat in the business lounge in Frankfurt after which the plane left to Chennai. This plane was way bigger than any other plane I previously boarded. (Boeing 737-400 with these luxury business class massage seats) I arrived in Chennai at 23h45 (Chennai time). At that hour it is still 30° here because it doesn’t cool down here at night.
It was around 1 o’clock that I was properly settled in my hotel room.
Do keep in mind that between 24h and 1 o’clock I got tricked twice !
The normal tourist trap so I heared today.
1) The hotel driver took me to the hotel, mentioned that he always received a tip, at which point I handed him over 10 rps. He got mad and said it wasn’t enough at which point I started to feel inpolite and gave him 50rps. But he didn’t give back my 10 rps. So he left off with 60rps of tip.
2) The bellboy (the guy who carries your suitcases) also asked for a tip, at which point I decided to give him 50, but handed over a 100rps bill (didn’t have anything smaller) … big mistake … he didn’t have change and left off with 100rps of tip. After feeling really f*cked I than setup the internet connection and talked to my wife via (video)skype.
Although I was terribly tired at the moment I couldn’t fall asleep until 4 o’clock.
I had asked to wake me up at 8 o’clock, but at that time I was already showered and up for more than an hour. I do believe this lack of sleep will wreck me within a couple of days. So after the breakfast, which was nice with some bacon and pieces of fruit with some weird kind of mixture between rice and spaghetti and some spices, I left the hotel determined to walk to work for the first time.
… About 15m further I decided that was not going to happen …
I’ll take a picture of traffic and rikshaws soon, I didn’t think anything special would happen on the way to work…
Traffic does require some getting used to and at this time it didn’t seem wise to try it out already. The roads don’t really have pedestrian lanes like in Belgium, and if there are any, it will only be for a meter of 5 before there is a market stand or a big pile of trash on it. So I decided to try my luck and take an auto-rikshaw. The driver tried to hussle me (again) by charging 5 dollars and after 2 minutes of discussing he decided to do it for 50 rps. (which is devided by 4 more or less)
I then arrived at work, somewhat early to Indian standards and started to get my workplace up and running. Which does involve some work here…
My Indian colleagues are really friendly and willing to help me out on the normal day to day things like where to go, what to eat and also for the friendly chit chat now and then. This is really a big difference to the impression I received after the first 3 Indians I met !
One of the guys explained to me that normally a riskhaw charges 7-10 rps / km for locals, so my trip shouldn’t have cost more than 20 rps. He then said that next time I should make sure I try to do it for 30rps, which I will try. One thing you should keep in mind is that they never have change if you are a foreigner. So be sure to pay the amount you decided because there is a no-change-ever rule present here.
Another colleague explained to me that a normal cab driver makes around 50rps for 4hours of driving. So my tip of 60 was really way out of direction and a bell boy should be glad with 10-20 rps and certainly not a 100. But they al laughed and said it was a common thing, the default mistakes one makes in the beginning.
The colleagues here are really interested in our home country but are also proud of the cultural things India has to offer. One of the colleagues drove me home in his really nice car, which is really a seldom thing here definitely the way he takes care of it, after we had an ‘independance day party’. India is independant for 60 years and this was a reason for a small party. Which means everybody comes together, sings the anthem, drinks a fruit juice and eats some local sweets and then leaves.
Tomorrow I will try to visit some cultural belongings of Chennai together with 2 Belgian colleagues I just met here since it is a national holiday here in India.
Some thing I learned today is that black coffee isn’t necessarily ‘black’. I ordered a black one today at work and received a cup with 2 spoons of black powder with hot milk over it :S
Something that I also couldn’t figure out was at the toilet in Chennai there was a guy cleaning his tongue. This was truly and odd sight for me. I have found a picture of the device he was using, and no I didn’t take a picture myself
At the moment I only have some pictures from the hotel room and the view from there but I will take some better ‘Chennai’ pictures soon. You can find the Chennai Room album here.
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