Benja: Day 1 - Chennai, training....
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Benja: Day 1
After 19 hours of travelling we made it to our hotel in Chennai. We managed to scratch some breakfast together, but even with Matt's insistence they weren't prepared to serve us beer at 6am.
The first day was set up as a “training session” where we could see our freshly pimped Rickshaws, learn to drive and maintain them, and have any questions answered. What it actually turned out to be was a “hang round for 4 hours in the sun getting bored” day. Only one of our four Rickshaws made it, the others as yet unfinished, but everyone got a couple of minutes behind the wheel before we had to head out fresh into the Chennai rush hour traffic the next day.
The evening plan was to attend a Rotarian party – the Rotary Club out here have been instrumental in organising the event, helping us give out the funds raised for local schools and general doing nice things.
A trip back in a bus that was built when shooting tigers was considered good form, and we went hunting for some more alcohol. We accidentally stumbled across a local festival near the hotel, and brought proceedings to a halt with some singing (Greg was the prime ringleader). We were promptly mobbed by 100 people (in a friendly way) with everyone shaking our hands and wanting to know our names.
The discovery that no bar or club stayed open after midnight meant the most sensible plan of action was a quiet room party. Obvious really when we had a 6am wake up call, and I certainly hadn't slept more than a total of 12 hours in 4 days. Some beers and spirits arrived, and we all headed to Oz from Extreme Trifle's room. Shareen and Fran were both getting a lot of attention from the frankly over whelming male contingent and loving it. Torbie eventually turned up halfway through having just landed at the airport, giving himself a whole 6 hours preparation before heading off west.
There are also a couple of brothers called Sam and Seth, who you could describe as quite excitable. Sam, the younger of the brothers and in possession of the most badger-like haircut I've seen this side of Toad Hall, had laid his mildly dangerous hands on some fireworks, and seeing as the security were already watching the window with concern, decided to ignite them in the bedroom.
To be honest we got off quite likely as I'm told the night before Greg was hog-tied with duct tape and repeatedly spanked with a cane by the aforementioned brothers.
3am, full of unidentified booze and with a 6am wake up call pending I thought it might be time to hit the hay.