I was in Gurgaon twice with work in 2013/14 beyond an eye opener opulent hotels surrounded by rubbish dumps corrugated sheds that people lived in monkeys and cows wandering around everywhere. One day I remember vividly a colleague from Lux had arrived a few days after me and we shared the car to the office on her first day we were stuck in traffic and all of a sudden we were surrounded by people banging on the window with the hands out looking for money beyond that was some sort of a camp with rubbish piled high and toddlers crawling around and rats everywhere. She broke down beside me and couldnāt believe what we were seeing it was harrowing.
One of my bessiers works for Chris Hohn, who she says is the biggest prick sheās ever met, so bad she refuses to deal with him directly, but he has dedicated his life to trying to eradicate that level of poverty, having seen just that. She reckons heās given away 5 billion so far, but he is absolutely in control of, and on top of where it goes.
As a kid Leaving Dublin to go on holidays in Kerry and passing through, Limerick was a lot like this
Never heard of him until now, sounds like an interesting guy
In fairness lads, I donāt know how ye did it.
For the flag. And all the lads who needed to hide under the bed for 18 months under the Ireland Inc mattress of money.
Putting the green jersey on.
Always try and get into the country the night before on long haul. As mentioned before Iāve travelled coach to get an extra night in a hotel to sleep, shower and put on a fresh shirt and suit
Unbelehevable
Havana is something else but not too much bidness to be done there.
Can you get weed there?
Thereās around 2 or 3 blocks in havana that are beautiful well kept buildings, once you go outside that the decay and poverty happen real fast
Unless you count selling Nike football strips and buying sex.
Cigars and rum as well
Traveling to London night before a morning meeting marks out the championship lads from the tournament ones.
But the absolute character of the place. The ould shebeens, the garages fixing the old cars, the parties. Ended up at a house party one night in some sort of an old apartment block, 3 generations of families all eating and drinking and a full jazz band playing away on the green.
2 ould fellas in their 70s were ousted from their beds so that a mullocker from Connemara could get his hole. The 2 old boys sitting on 2 wicker chairs outside the room until your man was finished .
Lads with LCY ketchup on their ties as you rock in with a Pret A Manger cappucino
Food is awful though bud
First time I ever did a work trip to brux, I travelled out the morning of the meeting. Iāll never do that again
Yep itās fantastic like that but itās a big shock once you leave the centre.
Donāt think that wouldāve been a runner for me on my honeymoon