Here's to Englishmen who can't dance! It appears that there are a few bars and clubs in
Bangalore, and it seems to be the way of my workmates over here that everyone goes to a club every weekend. There's another Englishman out here, called Mic, and he's an Englishman who can't dance...ahem.. a fellow Englishman who can't dance. Yes, we were invited for a night out by three girls at work, and we made idiots out of ourselves in the proud Englishman-abroad fashion after that one-too-many. Well, whatever, I had fun, and I'm working as a cultural representative and that IS a part of UK culture.
By the way, my work! I came up with an incentive for my call-workers, and that means I have to keep giving prizes, looking through statistics that tell me who's won, and hand out the vouchers. So far I've prepared and presented a presentation on English sayings and culture, and a report about lots of stuff I've heard over the phone where the communication breaks down due to difference in culture. I wish that was easy to explain, but it isn't, and I won't- let's save some pages, eh?
I'm afraid that I haven't been doing much besides work and making friends. There's no shortage of stuff to do though. I'm thinking of taking a weekend trip to Mysore (pronounced My-saw,) or renting a boat and a guitar and slowly floating down Kerala (an Indian region on the southeast tip,) or maybe going to Kuala Lumpur (capital of Malaysia, that city with the twin towers,) or perhaps borrowing a camel and going across some desert looking for treasure. Or stuff all that hard work, I'll just pay someone 15p/hour to fan me with a banana leaf and buy some grapes.