- How I got off the plane, I went into the washroom, saw the hole in the ground, freaked out a little, then was told by the next janitor that a western style toilet was right next door
- How stepping out of the Bangalore Airport I was instantly surrounded by 50-100 different hotel drivers in a semi-circle, wasn’t able to find my taxi driver, freaked out, and got MAJORLY ripped off, being charged 2250 Rupies to go on a 10-15 minute taxi ride. You do the math.
- How I got travellers sickness on Day 3, and combined with the jet lag and the exhaustion, how I fell asleep at the dinner table at a lavish Indian restaurant
- How I misread my iternary, misreading my departure time from India as Saturday, 3am instead of Sunday, 3am
- How I already checked out of my hotel when I misread my iternary, misreading my departure time from India as Saturday, 3am instead of Sunday, 3am
- Going into a motorized rickshaw and being offered to go to a strip bar
- Going into a motorized rickshaw and being offered to go to a strip bar, and then being offered “the finest Indian grass”
- Going into a motorized rickshaw and being offered to go to a strip bar, being offered “the finest Indian grass,” and then having the drive TAKE OUT said Indian grass in a little baggie, waving it in the air, while busses drive around us