I'm currently sitting in Starbucks sipping my cold coffee which is very sickening and I'm about to go throw it in a minute. They provide free wifi though, so that's awesome. So why am I sitting here? Because mumma and I are sightseeing. We're in such a beautiful and historically acclaimed place, and where do we go? Starbucks.
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8 hours later :
Today, like all days involving mumma and me, was eventful and embarrassing. If you need to know how to not sightsee, read on.
So how did we end up at Starbucks? Ah, that's a story in itself. I will not name names. Mumma and I had planned to go to this cafe, which was supposed to be very heavily acclaimed or something, but it turned out to be pretty disappointing. Flies were buzzing around the food, and the locality was pretty strange. I told mumma there was no way I'd ever eat there. We told the cab driver to stop near the cafe, so that we could walk around (hence do sightseeing) till we could find a decent restaurant. We found ourselves in front of a very fancy place, let's call it Fancy Place (no, that wasn't it's real name). We heaved a sigh of relief and asked for a table for two. We were the only customers there so all the waiters' attention was on us. We opened up the menus and got the shock of our lives. Baked heart of artichoke? What the hell is that? I'm already picky when it comes to food, so I was certainly not going to eat some random things I had never heard of before. But what were we to do? We had only laid out our napkins. We'd already taken sips of our water. And now we wanted to run away like nervous almost-wed-people in all those movies. Damn. All the waiters were standing beside us, giving us hopeful looks. I cleared my throat. "Mommy, do you think we should have a look around and then come back?"
Mumma took my hint. She told the waiter we were going to 'look around' and come back.
Only we never did.
We ran to Starbucks.
Our normal behavior did not stop there. After seeing the Gateway of India, and a modern art gallery, and other historic places we saw techincally from our car window but decided that it counted as sightseeing, we decided to go to the Prince of Wales Museum, so that we could finish the confounded sightseeing today and hit all the shops tomorrow peacfully. It was 4 o clock by then, and of course, raining in Lucknow the moment we had left it, and humid in Mumbai the second we had entered it.
The museum was beyond beautiful. Mumma and I even bought one of those pre recorded audio visual tours. But we could not enjoy it. All we could think about was how much we wanted to get a coke and drive back to the hotel and play QuizUp. The tour was supposed to last for more than sixty minutes, but after approximately five and a half minutes we gave up. The museum was fascinating, and it had an entire exhibition about Krishna, which I would normally love, and I even spotted a semi hot boy by the Great Bath Exhibit, but I had had enough. I'd gotten up at 7:30 to drop my sister, and I'd only had a four hour long power nap. I needed to recharge myself.
That's how mumma and I visited six historic places in the space of three hours, and ran out of a restaurant which is probably still waiting for us to return.
The End.
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8 hours later :
Today, like all days involving mumma and me, was eventful and embarrassing. If you need to know how to not sightsee, read on.
So how did we end up at Starbucks? Ah, that's a story in itself. I will not name names. Mumma and I had planned to go to this cafe, which was supposed to be very heavily acclaimed or something, but it turned out to be pretty disappointing. Flies were buzzing around the food, and the locality was pretty strange. I told mumma there was no way I'd ever eat there. We told the cab driver to stop near the cafe, so that we could walk around (hence do sightseeing) till we could find a decent restaurant. We found ourselves in front of a very fancy place, let's call it Fancy Place (no, that wasn't it's real name). We heaved a sigh of relief and asked for a table for two. We were the only customers there so all the waiters' attention was on us. We opened up the menus and got the shock of our lives. Baked heart of artichoke? What the hell is that? I'm already picky when it comes to food, so I was certainly not going to eat some random things I had never heard of before. But what were we to do? We had only laid out our napkins. We'd already taken sips of our water. And now we wanted to run away like nervous almost-wed-people in all those movies. Damn. All the waiters were standing beside us, giving us hopeful looks. I cleared my throat. "Mommy, do you think we should have a look around and then come back?"
Mumma took my hint. She told the waiter we were going to 'look around' and come back.
Only we never did.
We ran to Starbucks.
Our normal behavior did not stop there. After seeing the Gateway of India, and a modern art gallery, and other historic places we saw techincally from our car window but decided that it counted as sightseeing, we decided to go to the Prince of Wales Museum, so that we could finish the confounded sightseeing today and hit all the shops tomorrow peacfully. It was 4 o clock by then, and of course, raining in Lucknow the moment we had left it, and humid in Mumbai the second we had entered it.
The museum was beyond beautiful. Mumma and I even bought one of those pre recorded audio visual tours. But we could not enjoy it. All we could think about was how much we wanted to get a coke and drive back to the hotel and play QuizUp. The tour was supposed to last for more than sixty minutes, but after approximately five and a half minutes we gave up. The museum was fascinating, and it had an entire exhibition about Krishna, which I would normally love, and I even spotted a semi hot boy by the Great Bath Exhibit, but I had had enough. I'd gotten up at 7:30 to drop my sister, and I'd only had a four hour long power nap. I needed to recharge myself.
That's how mumma and I visited six historic places in the space of three hours, and ran out of a restaurant which is probably still waiting for us to return.
The End.
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