Balls of Rice

This is why, this is why, this is why I’m hot.

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Nic Olson

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Calcutta. Kolkata. The City of Joy. Whatever you want to call it, I’m there. Dirty, stinky, awkward, huge, cheap, tasty. It is no wonder why I like it here.

Right off the plane, instant sweat. The only appropriate simile I can think of is hot like hell.

I checked out a few places, got lost a few times, almost passed out a few times. It isn’t so bad here if you have a hotel room with AC to recharge in every now and then. But mine just broke not long ago…. so maybe I won’t make it home.

One and a half more days of this giant and I’m gone. This place would be way cooler if I had someone to share it with. Tyler B or Mr. T. For some reason, India keeps making me think of Tyler. I’m in love.

Jerms, I will try to get you some VIP Frenchies. Where did you get your swimming trunks?

and Wilf, the chilli fish was great.

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2 responses to “This is why, this is why, this is why I’m hot.”

  1. Anonymous

    Nic. Jordan and I will be waiting outside of customs thing at about 7 15. It should take about that long for you to get through. once you clear the customs, there will be a place where you check your bags in for the flight to regina, and then you will go out into the main arrivals area. we will be there waiting. see you soon. get me some sexy trunks too.Tyler

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  2. .jeremy.

    man the vip frenchies are key. that would be sweet. i forget where i got my swim trunks…maybe in delhi actually. but it was a good old fashioned indian sporting goods store. do yourself a favor and find yourself some.

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