On pie in the sky. Its no codeword, but just the wifi ssid here at the home of the S in 'chery.
After a drinks session with the zen cyclist the previous night, with a death to prematurely end it all in wee hours of the morn, and a late start for this place with a lingering hangover, it took us 8 hours on the road to get here. It was enerally good weather throughout. The lush, sea-feed surroundings of Karnataka, remind of the movie Congo.
Had entered 'chery by 2 and spent a few minutes in confusion over locating the S house, which saw us circle the same complex of Rue de Francois Martin thrice, before learning that "rue" means street in French. This street is in the posh French part, the "white" zone along the beach, and is an encouragement to the pedestrian who needs not be bothered about much traffic.
By the time I and the A unloaded our stuff, the Enfields reached too after their more demanding character of driving needing breaks for refreshments (and smoke). Me and the S got into a wrestle over my intention of trying his vffs which made for an unorthodox welcome, S was slapped with his own shoe for the next five minutes. Glad to be in the company of his Mac here as each of us take turns to keep ourselves updated on the online front. Not long after I'd entered, found myself gawking at 100 years old furniture - old bookcases, study tables, almirahs, etc; I can see where the S gets his aesthetic inspiration from.
We all grab a beer - a sea of Tuborg so caringly stacked in the fridge - to mark our arrival. Soon me and the S are chugging down our fourth.
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