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06 Jun 2009 Our first venture to New Market in Kolkata
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Now I don’t know why they call this New Market as its not new! It was built in 1874, and of course could do with a little renovation. Its has 3 levels, the upper level which is the old market and then 2 lower levels that are airconditioned. This trip we didn’t explore the lower levels…

We walked in the cool afternoon breezes… ok I lied, it’s hot, damn hot, real hot… its 47 C / 117 F !!! Freezing cold it is!! But you kinda get used to it. OK I lied again, you don’t get used to it!

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On the way we walk down Russell Street, but before we get to Russell st, we must walk past one of the numerous urinals in the gutters. The stench is so bad that you wanna gag…its gross. Its not meant to be a urinal, its just a gutter beside a building that for some reason to only a local just happens to be the place to pee, and we aren’t talking men, the street women also squat and pee here too!

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But I digress , here Russell st is full of old buildings, like the old Royal Calcutta Turf Club which is now just a derelict old building, it once was fancy and looks like in 1950 they just locked the door and walked away. It still has the windows for placing a bet, and also the remains of the odds boards.

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Further down the street a nice old hotel building that was once grand, but now its pretty sad…

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If you enlarge this pic you can see a ‘little person’ who is the bouncer at the bar on the left… he is standing on the steps…

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Further down the street we see some strange things, firstly a guy picking thru another persons hair, like he is removing lice…

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Another pair of street bums are doing something equally as weird, he is scraping the other persons back with a piece of metal…ouch

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After crossing Park st (park street is the street for bars and nightlife..oh and the only Mcdonalds in town!) you get to see a god and get blessed by a guru who sits all day blessing people, collecting donations and handing our marital and sexual advice… ok maybe not the last couple of things..

But I know why he is there, this is the view you see as you cross the street with a green walk sign….

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Here is the little god you pray to after surviving the road crossing…

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This billboard and graphic really makes me rush out and buy whatever they are selling:

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There are lots of street side vendors, selling everything from Underwear to silk suits, a name brand business shirt costs just Rs150, or $3 !

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And finally we arrive in the market. For security reasons I wasn’t able to take more than one pic inside… and that one I nearly got arrested for.

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03 Jun 2009 HOT
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I know we say it a lot but bloody hell its hot.  Today 47C, 117F.  Poor Moe is havig trouble with it, I just took them out for a pee and he had to sit in the middle of the drive to catch his breath, now he is laying directly in front of the air conditioner trying to cool down.   During the day I just take them down the drive, because the street is too busy, but when you get up to the gate and the locals see you, a large white woman with a very large dog and a strange looking smaller one, they stop dead in their tracks and stare, and then move to the other side of the road, its quite amusing.  The elevator man is terrified of Pump, he squeezes into the corner and looks out of the corner of his eye at her like she is about to pounce on him, I feel bad for him.

Moe has gotten his bronchitis back with a vengence, his coughing is horrendous, so we had to take him to the vet yesterday, all the same pills we would get in the U.S., same drug companies, but a quarter of the cost.  Always the first thing we have to find where ever we live, a Vet, with Moe’s chest problems they come to know us very well.

For the first time in my life yesterday I lied about where I am from.  I have always been very proud to tell people that I am Australian, but with the current issues with “Curry Bashing” in Australia and the stuff they are putting here in the media, saying that all Australians are racist, it is all over the news and the front page of all the newspapers, I was nervous.  It has never happened to me before and I was ashamed of myself when it came out of my mouth.

On Monday Chris and I made the executive decision that we had made a huge mistake coming and that we would give his company 24 hours to give us a straight answer on our accommodation problems or we would leave, go back to the US.  We had basically been screwed around for two weeks and we had had enough, they find it very difficult to give you a straight answer about anything.  So Chris wrote a strongly worded email to the big bosses executive assistant and also to the operations guy in Visa Aviation.  So we figured they would either be, bye, or fix it, depending on if they really wanted him here or not.  Tuesday bought around some changes.  We were finally told that they couldn’t get us into anything for another two weeks, nothing here is quick, so they emptied out the questhouse we are staying in so that it would just be us and the animals.  Its definitely better, but we would both much prefer to be in our own place., hopefully by the 14th we will be.  Of course there have been many other issues as well, we figured if we got this one sorted it might help with the rest.

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