Retour a Chennai. Un camion qui s'appelle maman fait le plein de grains pendant qu'on attend nos camions. Comme a l'acoutumee, n'importe quelle tache implique immediatement beaucoup plus de monde que necessaire - ce qui est plutot bien quand il s'agit de charger des sacs de grains sur un camion nomme maman - mais moins quand le nombre de personnes impliquees se traduit en echelons d'administration, degres de corruption et pure et simple incompetence.
Malgre ces petites miseres logistiques c'est quand-meme l'occasion de ma premiere biere et de ma premiere banane depuis presque deux mois. Et, a ma grande surprise, j'apprecie d'avantage la premiere bouchee de banane que la premiere gorgee de biere. La mediocre qualite de la biere en question n'y est pas pour rien, mais peut-etre que mon organisme essaie de me dire quelquechose que je ne vais pas essayer de comprendre...
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Back to Chennai. A truck named mother is loading grains on the dock while we are waiting for our own trucks to show up...as usual, any task involves immediately much more people than necessary - which can be a good thing when it comes to loading by hand grain bags on a truck called "mother" - but less so when the number of people involved is translated in adminitrative layers, levels of corruption, and just plain incompetence
Besides these minor logistics details, it is also the chance for my first banana and my first beer in almost two months. Oddly enough, the first mouthfull of banana is more satisfying than the first sip of beer. The mediocre quality of the beer might have some responsibility, but maybe my body is trying to tell me something that I will not bother to start trying to understand...
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