colonial burocracy and wifi
I'm at the business class lounge at Bangalore Airport. Super duper shiny new airport with security crawling around it like Heathrow during the Troubles. (but the uniform looks are not anywhere as hot as that.) Security is due to the recent attack in Mumbai.
So there's WiFi. That's no surprise, as this is the Silicon Valley of Asia. But in order to get onto the WiFi I have to give my passport to the concierge, who hand writes the passport number with a stained pen onto a piece of photocopied paper on a tattered clipboard.
Why?
I'm surprised that they didn't use carbon paper for triplicate, (yes, carbon paper) stamp it, then send me to another window to have 2 copies taken away and then have the password given to me. That's how most other product purchases have been going here.
at least the bandwidth is big, fat and fast.
and they don't ban access to sites with the faintest hint of adult content, as Singapore does.
So there's WiFi. That's no surprise, as this is the Silicon Valley of Asia. But in order to get onto the WiFi I have to give my passport to the concierge, who hand writes the passport number with a stained pen onto a piece of photocopied paper on a tattered clipboard.
Why?
I'm surprised that they didn't use carbon paper for triplicate, (yes, carbon paper) stamp it, then send me to another window to have 2 copies taken away and then have the password given to me. That's how most other product purchases have been going here.
at least the bandwidth is big, fat and fast.
and they don't ban access to sites with the faintest hint of adult content, as Singapore does.