Back again...
So I'm back in India. I've been back for about a week. Laurie was doing really well with her radiation and chemo so my family and I decided that I wasn't really needed urgently anymore. Plus I was missing Apoorva as well as beginning to feel useless. I mean, I feel useless in India, but at least I'm with Apoorva.
So things have been going OK. I've been really anxious, but I guess that is to be expected with the month I've had. Plus I have decided that I really hate living here. It's not one thing in particular, it's just that it's so freakin hard to live here. It's ridiculous really. When I got back our internet had been turned off and it took 3 or 4 days to get it back up. And once we did it was even slower than before. We lost our driver, and still don't have one. So for those 3 or 4 days I was stuck at home with the freakin maid, who was the one thing I had hoped we wouldn't have when I got back!
Yesterday Apoorva and I traveled to Bangalore, which is a city in the south. Apoorva had some business here and we decided to plan a few sight seeing trips around it. It's been fun so far. It's kinda sad because most of the time I've been in the hotel room, but it's better than sitting in our apartment. And they have a better internet connection.
Two funny stories so far:
First of all the domestic airport in Mumbai is pretty standard. But what is weird is that there are really no gates in the different terminals. You walk through security for a particular terminal, depending on your airline and you are in a giant room with chairs and the usual coffee places and news stands. At the back there is the only exit to the runway. When your flight is called you exit through the doors and get on a bus and they take you to your plane. What was so ridiculous was the plane was about 15 feet from the door. It took longer to get on the bus than it would have taken to walk to the plane. It was ridiculous!!
The flight itself was nice. They served a full breakfast even though it was only an hour long. Sometimes in the US you don't even get water. So that was an unexpected but nice surprise.
The hotel we are staying in is ok. It reminds me of a Holiday Inn, nice, but not THAT nice. They give us our room key and the bellman brings us up there with our bags. He opens the door, and then slams it almost in our face. He turns to us with this surprised look on his face and says "someone's in there!". And then looks at us like it's our fault. They had given us the wrong room, and whatever, that happens, but the bellman's reaction was so funny. Almost like he was expecting us to do something about it. Funny.
OK, well I'm basically hanging out in the room today until Apoorva gets back from his meeting. Could be like 3 or 4 hours. Ugh! But I'll be downloading episodes of America's Next Top Model and Project Runway to keep myself occupied. Fun!
So things have been going OK. I've been really anxious, but I guess that is to be expected with the month I've had. Plus I have decided that I really hate living here. It's not one thing in particular, it's just that it's so freakin hard to live here. It's ridiculous really. When I got back our internet had been turned off and it took 3 or 4 days to get it back up. And once we did it was even slower than before. We lost our driver, and still don't have one. So for those 3 or 4 days I was stuck at home with the freakin maid, who was the one thing I had hoped we wouldn't have when I got back!
Yesterday Apoorva and I traveled to Bangalore, which is a city in the south. Apoorva had some business here and we decided to plan a few sight seeing trips around it. It's been fun so far. It's kinda sad because most of the time I've been in the hotel room, but it's better than sitting in our apartment. And they have a better internet connection.
Two funny stories so far:
First of all the domestic airport in Mumbai is pretty standard. But what is weird is that there are really no gates in the different terminals. You walk through security for a particular terminal, depending on your airline and you are in a giant room with chairs and the usual coffee places and news stands. At the back there is the only exit to the runway. When your flight is called you exit through the doors and get on a bus and they take you to your plane. What was so ridiculous was the plane was about 15 feet from the door. It took longer to get on the bus than it would have taken to walk to the plane. It was ridiculous!!
The flight itself was nice. They served a full breakfast even though it was only an hour long. Sometimes in the US you don't even get water. So that was an unexpected but nice surprise.
The hotel we are staying in is ok. It reminds me of a Holiday Inn, nice, but not THAT nice. They give us our room key and the bellman brings us up there with our bags. He opens the door, and then slams it almost in our face. He turns to us with this surprised look on his face and says "someone's in there!". And then looks at us like it's our fault. They had given us the wrong room, and whatever, that happens, but the bellman's reaction was so funny. Almost like he was expecting us to do something about it. Funny.
OK, well I'm basically hanging out in the room today until Apoorva gets back from his meeting. Could be like 3 or 4 hours. Ugh! But I'll be downloading episodes of America's Next Top Model and Project Runway to keep myself occupied. Fun!