- Being happy when the power cuts are shorter than an hour.
- The realisation that not catching the fragrance of raw sewage between waking up and going to bed means the day has been an extraordinary one. I've also realised I feel the same way about days spent in Shibuya.
- Carrying over 20kg of drinking water about 150 meters from the market to my apartment every two weeks or so.
- Handwashing again after a more than a decade. It's like riding a bike, you never forget.
- Trying to come to terms with the fact that cocktails in Bangalore are roughly the same cost as cocktails in Boston.
- Cravings for the flesh of animals – Right now I want a beef steak with chimichurri, Wagyu, char siu pork, the fragrant beef belly ramen from the Chinese restaurant I frequented when I worked in Shiba, the pork belly ramen from the restaurant I frequented when I worked in Saitama, the amazing kara-age from a great bar in Hannou city, pig knuckles from a restaurant I visited in Hong Kong, my red-cooked pork belly with cabbage, mum’s pepe (pepper) soup...
- Getting into Indian politics: Tea Partiers, if you want to see what an actual Socialist looks like, get thee to West Bengal. Or, y’know, there’s always that guy Bernie Sanders.
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