少年派的奇幻漂流 Chapter 35

Chapter 35,We left Madras on June 21st, 1977, on the Panamanian-registered Japanese cargo ¹ ship Tsimtsum. Her officers were Japanese, her crew was Taiwanese, and she was large and impressive. On our last day in Pondicherry I said goodbye to Mamaji, to Mr. and Mr. Kumar, to all my friends and even to many strangers. Mother was apparelled in her finest sari. Her long tress, artfully folded back and attached to the back of her head, was adorned ² with a garland of fresh jasmine flowers. She looked beautiful. And sad. For she was leaving India, India of the heat and monsoons ³, of rice fields and the Cauvery River, of coastlines and stone temples, of bullock carts and colourful trucks, of friends and known shopkeepers, of Nehru Street and Goubert Salai, of this and that, India so familiar to her and loved by her. While her men-I fancied myself one already, though I was only sixteen-were in a hurry to get going, were Winnipeggers at heart already, she lingered.,The day before our departure she pointed ⁴ at a cigarette wallah and earnestly asked, "Should we get a pack or two?",Father replied, "They have tobacco in Canada. And why do you want to buy cigarettes? We don't smoke.",Yes, they have tobacco in Canada-but do they have Gold Flake ⁵ cigarettes? Do they have Arun ice cream? Are the bicycles Heroes? Are the televisions Onidas? Are the cars Ambassadors? Are the bookshops Higginbothams'? Such, I suspect, were the questions that swirled ⁶ in Mother's mind as she contemplated ⁷ buying cigarettes.,Animals were sedated ⁸, cages were loaded and secured, feed was stored, bunks ⁹ were assigned, lines were tossed, and whistles were blown. As the ship was worked out of the dock and piloted out to sea, I wildly waved goodbye to India. The sun was shining, the breeze was steady, and seagulls shrieked ¹⁰ in the air above us. I was terribly excited.,A lot of people discharged the cargo from a ship.许多人从船上卸下货物。,The walls were adorned with paintings. 墙上装饰了绘画 。