Since getting into Shillong a few days ago, some things have become very apparent:
- The internet is a fickle beast, you get a good few minutes, and then it falls off. Rinse and repeat. Too bad if you’re lost… I wish I’d brought a compass right now.
- There is no standard for electricity wiring. So long as it gets there. Watch your head when you walk if you’re tall…
- There’s no such thing as a bin on the streets for all your waste or recycling…
- There’s rarely lines on the road. It’s a free for all.
- They don’t shower. They fill a bucket and then tip it all over themselves, the bathroom floor, the toilet, their dry clothes…
- Butchers are street vendors WITHOUT electricity in most cases. Hence why I’m going to be vegetarian here.
- This is life, in its rawest of functions. Embrace it because else the realisations will cripple you.
- They don’t have a system where you can dial a taxi from your phone. You have to hail one the old fashioned way. Even if that means running into traffic and catching them like Pokemon.
- They get up late. It’s like Melbourne.
- There’s no “grocery” stores. It’s all markets. Each nook or cranny has its own speciality. It’s like going on a treasure hunt, all the time.
There’s many more, but I won’t list them all. I realise I’m a little behind on pictures, so I’ll dedicate the rest of this post to catching you up on what I do best.