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By Suresh Subasinghe - June 21st, 2010
 Category: Residency 3: Delhi
The Imperial Hotel
By Randy Zwitch - March 2nd, 2010
Category: Residency 3: Delhi
'If that rickshaw driver doesn't stop honking that #!&%# horn...' On the Sunday after residency, I had plenty of time to kill, as my plane flight wasn’t leaving until 11 p.m. and the Le Meridien was in a pretty big hurry for me to leave. Funny how once Duke stops paying the bills, the hotel became all “So…what time are you leaving today?” Nothing like an 11:30 a.m. “courtesy call”, when check-out was at 1 p.m.! Solidifying her title as “Best Host Ever!”, Taniya agreed to take a bunch of us misfits out in Delhi for a little lunch and some shopping. Shailesh, Ian, Rahul, Vijay, Taniya, and myself first headed toward Connaught Place on some rickshaws, in search of some Indian food. At this point, I had given up ‘taking it easy’; if I was to feel bad on the plane ride home, why not take a gamble that I could make everyone on the plane uncomfortable! As it turns out, the restaurant was quite good, so I had no gastric issues the rest of the day. Continue reading Delhi, Day 8: The end of the road
By Randy Zwitch - February 23rd, 2010
Category: Residency 3: Delhi
Day 8…like all good things, the residency had to come to an end. But before we could all return home, there was that pesky problem of the last day of classes! After my well-documented illness, I was not part of the party that went out clubbing the night before. Quite a few people left at midnight to go out to an ‘ultralounge’. I’m too old for that level of partying…I can barely stay awake past 9:15 p.m. when I’m at home. Must’ve been a great time though…I heard rumors of spending many thousands of rupees (per person!), and CCL in my section was quite lightly attended the next morning at 8 a.m. The highlight for me for that CCL class had to be Francois walking up right before class started and taking a seat in the front row, almost defiantly. As I commented “That’s bold!”, Francois responded with a “That’s strong!” I stand corrected. Continue reading |
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