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You realize your family's and other dear one's worth only after you move away from them. ... but in my case it is the most extreme case. ... and about learning French... moi have been successful in replying back to people with either "bon jour", "bon soir" or "merci" .. with the exact pronunciation as well accent. Also have managed to spell the place I live in (Menton) ... with the correct accent. It is pronounced as "MON TOW" ..with the 'ow' pronounced only half and not completely.
Food continues to be a worry ... there is no service apartment provided as yet and the hotel menu in French doesn't seem a word to me...though the prices do seem more than some words (whatever priced between 18 euros to 66 euros). So be it. Had carried MTR ready to eat sabjjis ... that'll last a week more ... which I usually have for lunch after heating em up with some bread in the office microwave. ..then for supper I hang around till late in office ( hotel aake bhi kya karoonga ) and then munch in a MAC nearby ( am indebted to MacDonald for Life now .. ).. the place I live in Menton is bloody thanda.. neither fast-food joints to eat, only exotic French food...the menus which I don't understand nor can I comprehend..... my PM told that all people after the retire from Monaco, come over and live in menton...so very true, I see a lot of buddha-buddhis taking their strolls by the beachside ... the only good part about Menton that it has got a nice and quiet beach line ... mast ekdum Nariman Point ki tarah .. !!!!
The women are fairer than the men... but one thing I must add in.. that Indian women are the most beautifullest in the whole world. This I say no because my particular someone is on the 'To' list..but frankly speaking, it is only the chic and trendy dressing style which makes the women over here look desirable. but in the true sense, it is Indian women which rule and the Indian dresses are what which add grace to women. Period.
Had gone moving around in the city yesterday..seeing the harbor was one good experience...didn't get much time to see the country..cos it rained in the morning (yeah people it rains over here when the sun heats up the whole of India) so was stuck in my room..then shaam ko nikla monaco ki duniya dekhne ke liye .. haven't checked out the most important part..- the oceanographic museum which is one of the 3 famous things over here... the other two being the Casino ( which i saw from outside everyday as my bus passes from over it ) .. also saw it at nite one day when my client had treated me to Indian food in Nice ... a meal for 3 cost us freaking 114 euros ... with tandoori chicken priced at 8 euros ...and the most absurd dish was the Starter ... which comprised of 3 bland aloo samosas, 3 huge onion bhajiyas , 3 brinjal bbhajiyas , 2 pieces of chicken liver and 3 small pieces of tandoori chicken ... all of course customized to suit the taste of French locals ( read bland and totally non-Indian) ..which cost a friccckking 21 euros ... which translate to ruffly 1200 rupees over here...in India you could eat a meal for 3 in a 3 star hotel in that amount. No to mention my clients ( Manager 1 and Manager 2) loved the food over there ... the restaurant ( called as Noori ) was run by a bhaiyya it seems ( sab jagah pahuch jaate hain ) ..and the fricking bhaiyya steward was dishing out French as if he was born outta a French womb alrite ... ( sorry for that sad joke ). Was communicating with me in French ... maine bol bhaiyya ..humka maaf karo.. and let my PM do the ordering ... the bland bhuna chicken and chi tikka masala was greatly relished by my clients but not me.along with true indian beer ..Cobra beer !!!! .but nevertheless it was indian food to an extent, and the gesture extended by my PM ( after i told him that i miss Indian food ) was greatly appreciated by me.
The people over here are very helpful..thought i'd be facing some racism while being here...but not till now...haa haa but there i guess is a reason for it.. after a quiet week in office .. i came to know that the people beside me in office thot of me being from the Spanish office. 
.. the people are very helpful... the really go outta their way to help you out .. a funny incident i must quote ... on friday, i stayed back in office till late .. then bus stop par aaya at arnd 8:15 .. the last bus comes over there at 8:25 pm ... we were 4 of us over there .. a tall guy, an elderly couple .. and moi. The time passed beyond 8:45 pm and the tall guy asked me something french ... to which i replied in my usual way " I do not understand French" .. then he approached the elderly couple.. on which the old man said "English...no french.." ..man i was elated ... i said to the oldie ... " First time ever English is a majority" ..on which he too chuckled gleefully .. felt good... nevertheless the locals are really helpful. ..understand basic english keyword ---- information, help, where, road, bus.
For once in the flight it was me who was no safe in the flight and not the co passengers ... as i was caught in the middle seat between a XXL gujurati bhai and a XXXL Austrian guy. Man they made a squash outta me...but Austrians are worse...saalon ko jara bhi english nahin samajhta ..!!! Vienna airport was a torture as my flightreachd there at 4:30 am local time ... not a soul at the airport. but then the flight to Nice was in a small air craft called as Austrian Arrow.. daintly one, the ones in which the rich and famous fly. .. nice fun, though the food served was not palatable. The 6 hours spent in the stopover at Vienna airport was really horrible..homesick, missing everyone .. and having nothing to do..lost 3 pounds in the telephone machine due to lack of knowledge as to how to operate it ... baaki sab TCs..no clue where i could exchange them .. other 2 20 euro bills..but no coffee owner or duty free shop willing to give change unless i bought something which wud be v.expensive plus totally useless to me. So end result. .. just doze away in the misery .. but for the inital hour found company in a fellow southie developer from CapeGemini who was going to Finland ...poor guy was going on a business visa and then apply for a Work permit once in finland ..and poor he didnt know how much time he was gonna be there... i felt good. atleast i know i'd be back max by 18th may .. and one more good thing.. the flight back has got a stopover of only 90 mins. So something to be cheerful about.
The roads over here are like carved in the mountain and the 'ghats' in are less trecherous than these roads..but that doesnt stop the guys over here hit 80-100 kms/hr while navigatg thru those sharp turns with precision...man these buses over here are so slim that i fear they might topple off the edge of the road ..and plus at times you have skinny middle aged women driving these ones with so much precision... i must admit, that lady driver rocks. The country is very safe ... you got cameras at every signal and every corner of the country. .. while my way back from Nice as my PM dropped me home after dinner ... at arnd 1 am, the guy was stopping at every red signal. .jeez..the cameras were watchng his car at every signal... apne yahan pe toh log camera hi leke bhaag jaate they ..
This part i write after am back from my outing on sunday noon. ....oWowowowow what a place is the oceanographic museam...very beautiful ... really breataking and awesome .. also met 2 indians over there.. met 1 on the train and and the other 2 at a road junction .. the latter two of em..asking for direction .. Which I gave em now that am a week old to the place and know the basic directions within the country... (lol ...wat a small country), wish i had met some indians on my first 2 days...!!! The earlier one on the train was elated to see me ...was asking for a place called as NEE-SAY...main bola ...boss usko "NIECE" kehte hain .. dressed in suit and all... a guy of our age was he... "main punjab se hu" bolta hain .. haa haa.. the other one on the road asks me where is the place called as place d'armes ...the ones I met in the museum were surprised to see a software guy in Monaco ... "arre IT monaco mein bhi pahuch gaya" was the reaction of a guy called as Yash ..jeez I freaked out completely...aadat nahin na indians dekhne ki ... aur ek din mein 5 dikh jaaye toh u tend to be surprised...have clicked over 150+ snaps .
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Salut Madamoiselle/Monsieur
Comment ca va?. ok ok getting out from my French mode ( mereko bhi itnaich french aata hain 
..).. i will greet you with a "kasa kai??" 
. Sounds crude ..but it would be musik to my ears from hence.
Thanks to your continued support and encouraging words towards this mailathon of mine …here I come with the second version of it.
"When it is not bad .. it is worse" this is what i have learnt in a short time. Conditions have never been so miserable yet grand to live in.
I see all the riches and glory and beauty of the world over here. I have travelled in a BMW taxi, i move around in high speed TGV trains .. or a smooth, glass ka bus… to work, in which are trendily dressed and sweet smelling and sweeter talking people .. I spent my afternoon time (in my lunch break) moving around in chakachak "Carrefour" supermarket. The balmy weather out here is just to die for .. the early morning wind kisses my ears as I leave my hotel (which look and charges like a mansion itself) .. have a hi RAM laptop for myself to work on, ...all this and more aaram ..you'll think me to be a mad guy, but still my heart longs for latkofying from a andheri local as it passes over mahim creek .. jostling around in a crowded train ( no need to mention the wonderful smells in there). Run ...as my bus moves from the bus stop, miss those rickety rickshaws .. sitting in which I can travel from Andheri to Bandra in 1 Euro. Lunch can be in the cafeteria I curse so much for no giving value for my money. I long for the heat that must be tormennting mumbaiites this time of the year. I miss that dal-rice-pickle-papad at home 
. That dabba PC of mine ..(though it would die in shame in front of the lappy I type this mail on). I miss India velly velly much…mummy……!!!!
Getting back to abnormal … no special updates over this weekend..everything continues and remains to be the same, the same french people, the same ofice people who continue to be nice, but can't make a part of their jokes. Feels weird to just force a smile when a joke is cracked in French .. and the whole floor ( only about 10-11 including me) bursts into splits of laughter. Have 2-3 people whom i have be in close contact for the project, but not many of em can either remember or pronounce my name. ..most of them know me as the "guy from india who eat spicy food" .Not a bad description i'd say, a unique identifier when applied over the Experian Scorex office in Monte Carlo .. but then in India, this would be applicable to every single Indian, wouldnt it?
French does sound sweet as well as irritating ( cos i cant comprehend it) as the same time. French may be a wonderful language..but i dont want that language on the "Ready to heat and eat" packets i encounter in the supermarket .. how in the world would I know that "Thon" is tuna fish .. and other such weirdos .. So people ( I really dont know what a vegetarian would have done in my kind of scenario ) , but while in France just stick to something that reads "Poulet" which means chicken ..kyokii there is nothing like vegetarian over here and other things out might just have bacon, ham or pork to it. A discovery made last week...indian food in the supermarket .. rice with tandoori chicken/kashmiri recette/chicken tikka masala …voila such a great thing is it to eat this packet of Indian food which comprises 6-7 morsels of rice and 3-4 pieces of that particular style chicken (which though Indian …still isn't all tat Indian to taste ) … this priced at 4 euros. . Dunno but am sure am never gonna come outta this rupee-euro comparison while being out here. As I see the price tag, a trigger is fired in my brain which captures the price (in euros) through my eyes, uses my nervous system to take it to my brain … wherein there is a small program which multiplies this figure with 60 .. and then again a signal sent with this value to that part of the brain which is responsible for making decision .. and then a jolt … !!! jeez … itna costly .. 
. Decision made : NEGATIVE . Action performed : MOVE AHEAD. Of course this happens in a split second .. but just letting you know of the backend process which goes on then. 
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Used to hate McDonalds while in India ..but it is a way of Life out here for me. Though as much expensive at times. Still I can be sure of what I am eating … plus get to munch and see the fontvielle port as the sun sets into the Mediterranean sea). Plus 2-3 smart looking girls ( though they can be a pain in the #$$ as I order in english and they don't understand and most of the times I end up with something I did not order or did order and did not get in the tray ) over the counter is an added plus. At such times, sign language and pointing your finger at the menu above works best. Though a small crease on their forehead as I order, a "merci" as I leave the counter wipes that off and gets the lips to turn into a small smile. .. am learning the French way pretty fast out here. Say "merci" and tumhare aadhe paap dhul jaate hain…sab gunah maaf. So to say sorry …its "Desole". ..but only Thank yous in French …no sorries . The Television scene is awesome out here … CNN and FTV are the only English channel out here. The French channels do broadcast news and other sport stuff .. but get raunchier and naughtier as the sun sets .. the details of which are better off left out from this mail. Last week was spent in wondering why Woolmer died …this week it is the British sailors in Iranian water . who cares for both the issues ..but that is what I understand over the tube. Can't get over my habit in India where I cant sleep without the fan's rattling noise above me … no fans out here, so FTV's …F…F…F…F music acts as my lullaby all through the nite. I love FTV … !!!
End of the day ..- am grateful to McDonalds ( I have started loving it !!!) and FTV without which my stay in monace would have been an impossibility .. also I must add in the super market "Carrefour" which looks after my basic needs at the most cheapest ( jeez …they call 60 rs for a single local blank CD-R as cheap ) prices across Monaco. If ever Carrefour planned to start out in India…I would be their first customer ..but then still Apna Bazaar and Sahakari bhandaar is what I miss.
Cars move around fast over here…but then people willingly stop ( this even if the signal is green for them ) to allow you to pass. I really like that. A quick smile to be exchanged, a thank you to be mumbled as you pass. If this thing would be implemented in India, people in cars would never reach home/office ever. . So much for courtesy. .. people in buses and office ( who know each other ) cheek kiss with a smacking noise. .. is fun to see. Am observing the ritual closely while am here; have a cheek kiss ready for each one of you as I come back …muah . Young ( as well as middle aged ) kiss with gay ( not homosexual wala 'gay ok) abandon. More in railways passages and corner of trains, you see lip locked individuals lost in their own world. There would be a crowd ( read a "pandemonium ) of bhaiyyas in India over such instances … haa haa. In office, the dress code is casual and smart. You see around 20 percent of the people dressed in power clothing .. business suits and formals ( not any tiewala I have seen till date ), but most of them are in casuals … yuss u wear a formal shirt, and blazer and jeans ..this is the dressing for most ladies and the gentlemen out here. If it is not jeans for the women, it is more trendier and casual, high boots and higher hemlines .. dunno what skin these ladies have, cos I'd certainly would be walking around with stiff frozen legs if I Jever wore something that ended above my knees.
Saturday … it rains along the coast ( with a probability of 1, since I have come over 2 weekends ago )… moved around menton on saturday, the town I live in ..its got a more beautiful beach line than the Monaco port …. Really exotic .. U are in france as you face the Mediterranean sea … on your right is Monaco and to your left is Italie ( that's how they spell it out here). What a wonderful feeling … plus u have the huge mountain peaks hovering behind you … exotically named places likes Roquebrune Cap Martin, Cap D'Ail and Gorbio .. !!!. The rains got me today …but discovered the McDonalds of menton .. ( am loving it ) ..also discovered that all foodstuffs in thisa Mac were 10 cents cheaper than the foodstuff in the one in monte carlo. Jeez…chor saale.!!! Also no smart looking femme behind the counter ( only homes ) but ones who can understand and speak English well .. and ones who return your "thank you" with a "welcome" …feels good to hear it in place of "merci" at times. ..my knowledge of French was limited only to "Je t'iame" ( please use Altavista's Babel Fish transformation in case you are challenged in this category .. kindly select the "French to English" option in the drop down list and click Translate ) ..but now can speak some more here pretending to be a Frecnhman itself. …couldn't see much of menton as the rains came in and I have to trudge back to my hotel in wet shoes and a wetter crop of hair on my head …… only to be greeted by a smiling receptionist .."bon soir" …I had a good mind to tell her r that it was not a "bon soir" …but a bad soir ..but didn't know how to do it in French ..so let it be.
Forgot to mention of an incident that happened over last week . A railway station for the TGV fast moving trains is called a Gare over here and a train is called a Trang. Nothing about what u call what in here. The trangs as well the stations are pretty isolated over here ..and u at times u may find urself to be the only one in the entire boogie. So what happened a evening back from office was that as I sat on the station, with some other French personel .. there was some smoke coming outta a box which lay in between the track – the track on which my train to menton was gonna arrive … the lady with me called some person over the emergency voice box located on the platform ,..and voila a team of 4-5 ..and then later more 6-7 station security persons came rushing in … lotsa French blah blah over the RT ( Walkie Talkie ) … much discussion … till all the time as I was clicking pics as well taking a video of the same. Smart fluroscent uniforms … big cylinders on their backs … abbe trains track theek karne aaye ho ya phir jung ladne aaye ho ??? haain .. !!! . 4 get onto the track ..a senior person comes in .. some decisions taken …the box aimed at with a laser gun … some beeps from the laser gun ..!!! Men at Work … white spray sprayed at the box .. some white powder applied… .Om Bhatt Swaha ..!!!! Smiling faces … Worried commuters also smile now ( silly me was smiling all the time )… ok !! ! in comes the train … jeez I thot kuch explosion ..dhoom dhadaka hoga ..sheesh , my dream was run over by the train as I stepped onto it to again make a journey from Monte-Carlo >> Roquebrunce Cap Maritin >> Carnoles >> Menton.
Plan to goto Nice tomorrow … have to encash my TCs ( Travellers Cheques, for the uninitiated) for some hard cash. Monaco works only on hard cash in Euros and Frane Bleau credit cards … baaki sab bakwaas over here. No place to encash your TCs, the only place is know being the Nice airport …. Nice, as they say is not a nice place … famous for its wild life and rocky beaches ( with only rocks and no sand ), where there is no age old for wearing a bikini ( this is how Virtualtourist.com describes Nice as .. I would not like to take credit for such a statement ) . …so don't know how my trip will shape out to be. Whether I would be able to get across the French blabber and get my TCs encashed … would I be able to safely move from the airport to the beach and back to Hotel Aiglon in menton … lotsa question . !!! Watch out for answers. next week … same time, same place..
P.S. Some trivia ... the phrase "Au revoir" which means a formal good bye in French is pronounced as "O Rah" ( the 'O'' is to be pronouned with the mouth in circular shape to get the pronounciation right .. not like the way we normally pronounce it )
This I came to know after a puzzling two week time .. as to why and what did unknown French people mutter in their breath while getting off the lift before me .
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one more poulet au riz bites the dust ... errr..bites the dustbin would be more like it .. it turned out to be one of the innumerous "ready to heat and eat" packets that i had got from the super market. Jeez .. one thing you should always remember :
"eatables never look the same as they look on the packet" ( guess have said this before ...but nevertheless let me repeat it so that my amigos dont repeat the same folly ). There are more poulet as well fromage nuggets that have bit the same dustbin as well .namely the one from my office eating area. THe chicken nuggets that i get from the markets never taste and feel like the one from Mac .. obviously cos the ones from MAc cost 3.5 euros for 6 nos. whereas a packet of 10 of the heat and eat varities costs just arnd 1.2 to 1.5 euros. So much for the price.
Ah-ha had promised that would speak about Carrefour in the last mail .but time constraints didnt allow me to. But nevertheless here goes..Carrefour is a big super market that houses almost everyting from the face of the Earth ... no no..face of Europe would be more like it ..cos it does not has ready to eat vadapavs or bhajjia pavs ..so be it. Still it has got some visual treats which would drop the vadapav right outta my open mouth ... like these huge live lobsters crammed into a tank (see attached picture please) big big fishes lying around in the ice. Poulets of various sizes ..skinned and dressed into packets ..( whooops..sorry monsieur and madamoiselles ..Poulet=Chicken and Fromage=Cheese)...whatever you can think off from french menus .. u have it here in CF. PLus clothes and other accessories ..from snug little kennels for your dog or cat to huge 5 liter kegs of heineiken beer. You name it ...you have it. Plus there are sweet old ladies ( there are 3-4 really cute looking young ones i must add) at the billing counter who dont really mind if u dont speak french.I love Carrefour ( pronounced as KAFO ). That also leaves Carrefour to be only timepass after office if I do not or choose not to carry my laptop to my hotel ... my timepass includes:
1. Frowning up my nose as I pass the fresh meat section .. the smell is just so nauseating.
2. TRying to find "Indian" stuff in the eatables section.. but everytime my search just ends on Basmati riz and the ready to heat Poulet Kormas and Tikka Masalas
3. Secretly play with the toys in the Animals section .. they have fuzz balls for cats and other small trinkets for the booboos ( not our booboo pls), meows and other classified animals
and also searching the men's section for clothes ... the prices which make my gawk and obvviously move on. Recently got a black vest kind of thing for 6 euros.. ( actually it was priced at 12 euro ..but many prices were slashed for Easter). It was good ... kept the cold out and after coming home ( With 28 days in the same contraption .. i would be referring to my hotel room as Home from now) as I turn it inside out .. i see a label which makes my brains curdle for spending nearly 300 rupess on that vest ---> "Made in Bangladesh" ..!!!! Arrrrghhh.. the vest was only around a 50 rupees in cost ..the transportation costs added to it, it seems. I felt more cheated that than the just milched buffalo from the tabela outside Jogeshwari station.
Ok ok..now moving on from the trivial thing to some serious topics. Menton, the town called as the "Pearl of France" was once a part of Monaco and ruled by the Grimadli King before it became a part of france in 1828. Nothing about that .. but Menton is more famous for santras and old people. Yuss..old people is it. Every evening as I get off the train and onto the road back to my hotel, i see many old couples moving along and believe me, there is Love in the air. Never saw old couples in India so closely binded as the old ones out here. The divorce rates may be very high in these countries..but the couples i see..defy that. Never would you you see an old couple walking away from each other..if they move, they do --- hand in hand. There is a certain pleasure I get after seeing them. White hair...crooked smiles .. they walk, sit by the promenade and see the day end, together. At times you do see old cute ladies moving along .. dunno where their better halves are at that time. Probably up above and watching them ??? . But then I do make it a point to smile at such cute ladies .. a smile which assures them " Look, lady ... You need help..you need anything..I am THE man". Makes up for my good deed for the day. Old men playing football with their grandchildren in the gardens. Pure pure pure pleasure. There is no smartness and the glamsham you see in people from Monaco over here, there are no "bon jours and bon soirs" exchanged as a formality ..but then there is a certain good feeling about the evening sea and the sites I see on the roads. That is how I would like to age..with my lady, may it be anywhere on the face of the Earth.
Also about India..people over here know so less about it and have such wrong ideas at times, that it appals me. Questions always are about the Caste system in India..the various Gods in the country. How caste system works in India..thats all. A fellow developer was taking his dope from me on the caste system and names of various Gods from India..the ones which he knew were Lord Shiva and the Elephant headed God. The queries are also about the language I speak back home, how the language looks like .. and how sacred are marriages in India. I answer all these question with a smile on my face with the niggling disappointment that i might be close to missing an important marriage from my family ) . Nevertheless live for the moment and then plan for Life.
Coming to the beach over here...it is so beautiful and virgin. Yesterday .. i stepped onto the round stones on the beach on my way home. It was amazing ... the beach which had looked so serene and calm on sunday afternoon ... now seemed like a roaring monster..big waves conjured up at the edge of the beach as if out to grab me. Scared me to an extent ..with dusk falling, the large blue sea seemed like a black hole. I knew from inside ...one step into the water .. and am a dead dodo. Still I would say that Miramar beach in Goa was the most beautiful beach ogf them all ( am sure many from the To field of this email would agree with this ). This is one timepass for me over here. As the Great Yeti asked me online ..what devices do i have for timepass over here.. and I was caught !! with no answer. I said I have a TV in my hotel room .. which broadcasted French and Italian shows. But then I have CNN in English. The shows include Dealing with homosexuality, Grady's anatomy which deals which the long and sad shifts of the doctors in Gradys hospital somewhere in the US of A. War on terrorism ... Prolonging life with Growth Hormones which but leads to Cancer..prince william breaksup with girlfriend. No very cheerful topics after a long day at work or over the weekend as a matter of fact, but still its English. Just yesterday as I climbed the stairs of the center ville to my way to the railway station in monaco ... a white man with his white lady asked me something in supposedly French .. the same sheepish smile on my face."I do not speak French" ( still using it as am yet to get the pronounciations right with "Je Ne Pahrl Pas Fracias" ..) i said this and then a big smile on the white face.
White Face : Whew..its a pleasure.Can you lead me with way to the monaco port?
He was an englishman . Never loved Englishmen so much before. And the moment I manage to strike a conversation with any English speaking person..then there is no looking back , I chatter with my tongue nineteen to the dozen, with no stopping.So overcoming my xenophobia as i mentioned before as well .. but for people who do not understand english and on top of that make a face when spoken to in english ..get a royal mi#$!le finger salute from me. . I HATE them.
Talking about all these things I miss out on them most interesting part of the day. The train ride back home. The morning 8:19 train to Cannes and ahead to Grasse ( pronounced as KAN and GHAAS ) is a nice sleek train which makes little noise as it silently moves along the mountainside like a long slithering train into the city of Monaco. But the train which i catch back home ( I live in the opposite direction of the peak crowds .... majority of people come in from Nice ), the trains are near empty and give a feel of the train in Matheran, but though this one may be small and cute to look at .. it is certainly 100 times more powerful than the one in Matheran. Then the train moves on .. a small snake as it moves from the long tunnel ... chuggachugging.. then comes the beautiful view through roquebrune cap martin..it moves like a dream..and with you alone being in the boogie its a different experience altogether..as if the train is moving only for your pleasure. haa but one more thing ... that is very similiar to India.. like we have at many of the raiway station in Bombay ..
"This is Dadar Station ... Yeh dadar station hain ... hey dadar station aahe" .. the same applies here as well .."Monaco monte carlo..this is monaco monte carlo ..." and the other two languages being French and Italian .. apla marathti nahin bhau ikde.
Haa also many people were interested in Shalinie than in my travels out here. So some more dope ... Shalinie turned 19 over this week on Wednesday .. we were supposed to explore Jardin Exotique over the weekend i.e . today .. she had told that probably her parents might want to throw a party over the weekend .. so she would let me know by end of the week . No response from the tamil tigress as yet , also the other school friend who was gonna be in monaco...no news from him as well.. so here I go .. all alone to jardin exotique, ending this section right here...while i go displace some water in the bath tub .. in commmon terms : Go take a bath. Till then Voila !!!
Wowow,..jardin exotique ..wa certainly amongst the exotic things i have seen till date..am the highest point of Monaco..i can see all three ports of monaco .. namely Fontvielle, Monte Carlo and Cap d'Ail .. you can see the monte carlo sporting club ... Stadium Louis ...the peninsula of Roquebrune Cap Martin , the French rivera .. ..wat a panaroma !!! thousands of cacti ... in all shapes and sizes ... from miniature ones to as ones as tall as 50 feet .. and then comes the Grotte de observatoire..The caves in the gaden .. wooo .. nice experience. Would have liked navigating those on my own ... !! Would have been a real kick then. Some crappy guide talkin in French or Italian didnt help my cause. But for lesser mortals like me ..there is one God : GOOGLE ..Will search up on it over the week. Then there was the prehistoric museum with remains from neanderthal and cro magnon and blah blah. More in the pictures
Anyways work over the weekend didnt allow me to go to Gorbio and take pictures of the old town there. There is so much to be seen over here ..but weekend last only for 48 hours. . ..also as i'd add ..So much to tell .. but so less time to document it ( as tied up with other documentation work )
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