Crazy waiters.

Fardapur, 14-02-1995. Fardapur is just a small hamlet with one main street and a few dusty paths between old wooden houses with corrugated roofs, stray chicken and semi-wild dogs populate the place and the locals seem to survive by selling chai and bananas to the passengers of passing busses. However, Fardapur is also the nearest habited village with a hotel, to the famous Ajanta Caves. Arriving late afternoon we - that is miss Rona from Scotland and me - take a room in the hotel and disappear in the hotel`s dining-room. The waiter lingers around our table obviously hoping for a tip. It seems a bit of a competetive thing among the waiters in this dump, the other two waiters hang around in the background too, who is gonna be the first to rush over when I ask for the bill and will thereby get his dirty hands on my tip. We`re the only customers....we chat amicably and I gesture to the waiter to come over telling him to bring the used dishes to the kitchen. Big disappointment on his face and with the used dishes in his hands he storms over to the kitchen. I gesture again and inmediately the other two rush over pushing each other out of the way And the empty bottle of KHAZANA super strong lager beer of the table. While they`re busy trying to figure out who is responsible for the broken bottle I leave some smelly indian Rp. notes on the table and we leave the place trying hard not to burst out laughing........