Today, I went to town once again. I never really realized it, but it is a good 30minute drive to the core of the city.
When Ellen went and searched for her goods, I had some shopping of my own to look after. I have needed a new pair of headphones for a while now, as the ones I have only supply me with half of the entertainment they should, that is, only the left earbud works. It is a real bummer to hear only one half of Kelly Clarkson’s hits. It just isn’t the same.
I headed around the market, looking for a suitable electronic shop, and found quite a few. When I found what I wanted, the small ear bud headphones, it turned out that they only cost 30rupees, about 75cents. I tried them out, and only one of the earbuds works well, the other works, but very quietly, together putting out a sub-par sound. But, I guess that is what I get for being Wilf’s son, and buying the cheapest. I will likely buy a new pair soon. When I was done this, I walked further down the street and found a DVD/CD store, and found a Stallone DVD, featuring all 5 old Rocky movies, and the three Rambo hits, all on one DVD, all for 150rupees, for less than five dollars. Even if it doesn’t work, the package was worth it alone.
On the way back to the meeting place I saw a sign for a tattoo parlour, and thought I’d stop by for a look. It was possibly the dirtiest place I have ever seen. The tattoo ‘artist’ was about 60 years old, with a young girl sitting in there, smoking a cancerstick. I looked through his archives of tattoos, none of which he actually designed, and left soon after. He told me to come back another day. Maybe I will. I got my hepatitis shots at home, so I don’t see why I shouldn’t get a tattoo done. Maybe one, full back tattoo, of a map of the country of India holding hands with a map of the country of Canada, and say ‘United Forever’ or ‘Straight Edge’
After this I headed into numerous shoestores, finding out that no one in India needs shoes bigger than a size 9, so my 12’s won’t be supported here. I also stopped in a sporting goods store, looked at soccer balls, and talked with the lady that worked there for about 10 minutes.
When I was done browsing, I purchased a bag of Lay’s potato chips, India’s Magic Masala flavour. You can’t get much better than masala flavoured anything. Once I finished these, I met Ellen, and we came home.