Expats in Bangalore don’t measure distance in kilometers or miles like we do at home. Here, everything is measured in the Indian currency of rupees. For example when asking my friend the other day how far it is to UB City, she answered 25 rupees. It’s actually the best way of explaining distances to someone since it gives you an idea of how much you will have to argue with the rickshaw driver. Time on the other hand is a crappy way of measuring since a stretch that at two o’clock took fifteen minutes very well could end up taking almost an hour at 7pm.
I love the way that expats in this city has created almost their own language for communicating. It’s a mixture of English, Hindi and all the other languages your friends are speaking combined with made up words and body language. Very soon I realized that a few words in Hindi or Kannada put inbetween the English ones would take me much further than pure English and taking a rickshaw now after five months here almost always spontaniously includes words of tikke (okay), accha (good), yeshtu (how much) and bas (stop here).
I’m spending my last few hours in Bangalore sitting in Carlos’ room thinking about the things I will miss. And being a part of this amazing little community of people from all over the world is definately what I will miss the most. I’m off to the Himalayas, leaving behind an experience I will always keep close to heart and friends that I will keep for life.