The gappys… I am far far too chummy with the ‘gappys’ Fred and George (I know HP fans, classic.), the fact that I am 6 years older than them only makes me want to appear younger rather than give me the impression I should be more mature and knowledgeable. When chatting with them in the evenings (when no guests) I honestly feel like I am the same age as them, guess it turns out I think I’m Robin Hood (Peter Pan? Mowgli.). Giving them advice on how best to buy charras in India rather than asking them to make me another drink… I quite enjoy them wanting to hear my stories, talking about school and gap year makes me realise what a brilliant and lucky time I have had. We killed it guys.
I figured I can be relaxed with them when no guests around – I would rather be their mate and play cards and talk girls than try and keep some sort of managerial distance. May be this will come back to bite me, but so far so good. When guests are here, I snap ‘em into shape (getting busier and busier as the season develops).
The guests so far have been a mixed bunch, there seems to be no typical guest; a British Cypriot married to a Polish lady who lived in Singapore with their two small kids, a wealthy Indian family, quite a few of Belinda’s friends from all over India from locals to white Delhiites (tricky), British couple, amazing American couple, insufferable American mature student (s are fucking weird). Every new guest is a new personality. But this is where I think I am at my best, I am pretty sure that all the guests have been delighted, mainly I know due to the camp, the location, the park etc. but also due to the service from the guys, from the gappys and from me. I feel quite proud about how it has run so far – there have been a couple of hiccups and misunderstandings but the best thing about these teething problems has been that after they were pointed out, we (I) improved. I think for me, if the staff are happy and they like you, they will work hard for you. If the staff work hard and let me shmarm. Then the guests will be happy. Even if they don’t see a tiger.
We have also had a few from the travel industry turn up, including the Lonely Planet guy coming for lunch, I had already told his organiser on the phone
“I’m sorry we are not a restaurant. We don’t accept people just in for lunch…”
“He’s from lonely planet.”
“Aaaahhhhh. See you at 1 O’clock.”
Not a great start. The monkeys come around the main part of camp about once a week, and when they do they cause chaos. Obviously when the LP guy, Kevin, was here they went nuts…. Tried to pee on him, from the treetops whilst we were having lunch – hopefully we managed to make it a comical event (?) and we will remain the LP’s Kanha National Park star recommendation….