India will never move forward...buhuuu

so i'm in the south..in a place that god forgot when making india....

have a few examples from just today of how this country will never move forward!!!!!

the hotel where we're stayin at in this place in india that god forgot have carpets in almost all their rooms..this place is HUMID, im talking HUUUUMID people so adding 1+1 makes you realize pretty quickly that moist will stay in these NASTY ASS CARPETS always and mould will eventually turn up....and a terrible smell will occur due to this...this is the 3rd time i stay in this hotel and so far all the rooms have had a nasty smell which i've always pointed out to them...

we arrive and my room stinks..STINKS...of mould...and this smell you know, when you forget laundry in the machine for toooooo loooooong n take them out n they smell..thats the bad ass smell these rooms have..

so i complain n they give me another room...ON THE SAME FLOOR 2 DOORS DOWN!???? same smell with now some added disgusting room perfume to it....cause adding that solves it OR WHAT??!!

after discussions with the hotel manager i realize nothing can be done and no way they ll ever change these carpets....or give me a more expensive room that has marbel floors...

the day passes by with rather stupid supplier meetings...where dead end discussions on design and style just gets me tired, also here i realize no can do...and i surrender...FOR TODAY oooooonly...

( btw ONLY is used in india anywhere, only...another blog for that though..indian-english ONLY)

so we get back to smelly hotel and i think maybe i can go for a swin at the rather big (and so n so clean ) pool...which turns out to be full with kids having what it turns out to be: summer break swim school ...(!)

first thought is yeah progress good great!!!!

had a india-cannot-swim-n-they-r-retarded-people moment 2 weeks ago when H&M entered a
Water Polo competition at a hotel we use for byuers etc coming to india...
water polo, in my world means water=swimming OR??? anyhow it turns out that out of 32 teams ( 7 or 8 in each ) only our team could actually swim....( or the 3 swedish people in our team could.....the 4 indians barely stayed above surface)well the winning team had a few as well who managed the deep water where you couldnt stand up....we came 2nd....due to many reasons....
the water polo day will however be explained in another blog....takes too much time right now..
conclusion from that day was that indians cannot swim, though they think they can (as most things in this country) almost drowning when catching a ball or doing the "dog swim " is to them then actually equal to swimming.
and we ( me, cissi & cissi's boyfriend ( the swedish ref to above) had a great time laughing at the whole thing that day...

but today when coming down to the pool, seeing all these funny ass swimming costumes on these fat kids, diving into the pool with their bellys first arms straight out from their sides, actually made me sad....i was soo happy at first seeing them and thinking ohhh there is hope..maybe these kids will grow up and actually be able to swim in a water polo competition one day not drowning them selves or other contestants...but no.....NO HOPE PEOPLE!!

the 2 teachers there didnt even see it, noone of the watching parents saw it!!! i was suffering...
dog swimming was only the first name to what was going down in that pool today at the smelly hotel....it was terrible....noone did any effort to actually help them to do right...and then i realize...its not because they dont care, its because they dont know them selves...the TEACHERS CANNOT SWIM EITHER!!!!!!

walking up to the teacher afterwards in frustration to see if maybe they d understand what i meant with diving into the pool with the head first, having it between yr arms would make sense...NOOOOO...no english and absolutely no nodding like AHAAA I KNOW WHAT U MEAN reaction to their faces...only numb from side to side indian nodding with their heads..

this stayy guy at the hotel explained it to me like...
Yes madam but you know, its only for saving lives and so in the water, not really swimming...
i reply:
but these kids will never be able to save their own or any one elses lives by doing this, rather the opposite mister!!??

and another guy standing next to the teacher says...
No madam no breastswim we teach them ( i suggested that instead of the crawling they thought they were doing splashing all that water around their sinking bodies ( fat bodies) no, only freestyle madam...
I reply:
but this is not freestyle, sir this is suicide and drowning style?!!

im all of a sudden all empty inside and angry cause these kids deserve to get the right education from start....

..giving up also on this and i go back to my room...

so i feel like ordering a fresh juice ( as per the menu, which also btw has the whiskey, rhum etc under wine list...where only 1 wine was added not red or white at least, no only wine...and by bottle.....indian wine, by bottle....) so i order but asking before how long this will take ( since this morning i ordered a tea that took 20 mins to get, with explanation that it took loooong to boil everything together ?!!! in india..!!! thats the only thing people DRINK, TEA!!!), the man says 10-15 mins...i say ok, pls 1 mango juice then.

10 mins ( !) the guy comes with the juice....i open and he says happily to me with 1 tooth missing in his upper front row..orange juice yes madam....i say no i ordered mango??
so i remove the little lid theyd put on the glass and smell (YES ORANGE my friends...ahahah) i say, but this is orange!?
then he says, yes mango madam...i say no this is orange, no madam mango, and i taste it...yes its orange, madam pls sign here...but its orange not mango!? ok well never mind just leave pls...

and then i decided to write this blog with my indian "mango" juice and a cigarette in my now again after the room perfume has died out SMELLY ASS ROOM!

gooood eve people...goin down to velans restaurant now for hopefully a tasty wrong order.

xo