India - Day 4
How long does it take to get used to a new and strange environment?
Probably only a few days.
Tonight I was confronted with the feat of crossing a busy road three times and I managed to do it like a native, and survived.
This was in quest of a cash machine that accepted my cards. No luck! I tried four places to no avail.
The driver was indeed very patient.
At a set of lights, the car was approached by a beggar who kept knocking on my window, and after a while suddenly laughed madly. Maybe he saw my future?
When I got in, I rang my bank and credit card company (I know I should have done it before leaving but was counting on the other card that got cloned). Then I went out again - some of the cash machines are at a walkable distance and at the second attempt I managed to get some money. Phew!
On the way back my patience and probably some good karma for having given some money to other beggars outside the cash point, I was rewarded by finding a fruit stall
Guess what I'm having for dinner!
(Kiwis from NZ and oranges from SA: God bless the Commonwealh!)
The day at work went OK.
My Indian colleagues all have virtual machines in London, but at some point this morning they couldn't work and it was too early for the problem to be sorted.
So since mine was working fine, I was given 15 minutes to organise a training session on something on which I'm allegedly an "expert"!
I think it went well: there were a few yawns after 90 minutes but nobody fell asleep.
Some of you may wonder: where are the pictures of India?
All going well there should be some tomorrow night as I'm leaving at 8 am for Sinhagad (Fort Lion), provided of course that the driver turns up.
But in the meantime have a look at the contraption found next to every WC at work (this one is at the flat) and at my magic, ultraviolet wand
Probably only a few days.
Tonight I was confronted with the feat of crossing a busy road three times and I managed to do it like a native, and survived.
This was in quest of a cash machine that accepted my cards. No luck! I tried four places to no avail.
The driver was indeed very patient.
At a set of lights, the car was approached by a beggar who kept knocking on my window, and after a while suddenly laughed madly. Maybe he saw my future?
When I got in, I rang my bank and credit card company (I know I should have done it before leaving but was counting on the other card that got cloned). Then I went out again - some of the cash machines are at a walkable distance and at the second attempt I managed to get some money. Phew!
On the way back my patience and probably some good karma for having given some money to other beggars outside the cash point, I was rewarded by finding a fruit stall
Guess what I'm having for dinner!
(Kiwis from NZ and oranges from SA: God bless the Commonwealh!)
The day at work went OK.
My Indian colleagues all have virtual machines in London, but at some point this morning they couldn't work and it was too early for the problem to be sorted.
So since mine was working fine, I was given 15 minutes to organise a training session on something on which I'm allegedly an "expert"!
I think it went well: there were a few yawns after 90 minutes but nobody fell asleep.
Some of you may wonder: where are the pictures of India?
All going well there should be some tomorrow night as I'm leaving at 8 am for Sinhagad (Fort Lion), provided of course that the driver turns up.
But in the meantime have a look at the contraption found next to every WC at work (this one is at the flat) and at my magic, ultraviolet wand