Procrastiblog

August 5, 2006

Airport Blues

Filed under: India — Chris @ 8:46 pm

Hilleary reports that, after we spent twenty minutes going from the curb to the terminal entrance and parted, it took her another two hours to reach her departure gate. (I’m not sure how bad the queues were inside the terminal or how much line-cutting this figure incorporates, but H can get pretty feisty when she’s stressed out.) World Class Airport!

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More trip pictures

Filed under: India — Chris @ 11:59 am

H left a bunch of good pictures out of her batch yesterday, so I’ve uploaded some more. Here are the new ones all in one place, or you can find them in context in the previously linked sets, below.

Chandra done gone

Filed under: India — Chris @ 11:22 am

Chandra the houseboy has been replaced with a… houseman? (Gilbird, I think. Is that a name?) Inviting friends over to watch our TV has been replaced with scheduling a time to mop the floors and make the bed. He didn’t just leave lunch on the table; he started to set a place for me (before I told him not to bother). Then he made me sign for my lunch. Then he cleaned my room and bathroom and asked me to check it to make sure I was satisfied. Five years of hotel experience, he claims.

This is a little much.

P.S. I assume that Gilbird (??? that can’t be right…) is not responsible for the liter of Jack Daniel’s whiskey that disappeared while we were away, replaced with 50 ml of a 2 parts water/1 part Jack Daniel’s mixture.

The wife done gone

Filed under: India — Chris @ 8:25 am


Hilleary, departing
Originally uploaded by C+H.

My God, those six weeks went by fast.

H left last night for America via a stunning assortment of other intermediary destinations. The scene at the airport was absurd: a crowd of hundreds of people waiting to get through the front door of the terminal. Note: this was not the line to check in or to get through security. It took us at least twenty minutes—maneuvering through a typically chaotic Indian “queue”—to get from the curb to the terminal entrance, where I had to say goodbye, because (if I recall the sign correctly (meant to get a picture, but I got all discombobulated bidding farewell)), “Visitor entrance prohibited. Inconvenience caused is regretted.”

(BTW, according to our driver, the back-up was totally normal and not the result of, e.g., enhanced security measures. Just a typical evening at the Worst Airport Ever*.)

And so, for me, 12 weeks down, 3 weeks to go. I’m going to miss Hilleary, but after spending 6 weeks apart in May and June, I feel like the next 3 will go by in the blink of an eye. Then again, considering I have no plans whatsoever for the rest of the month except to work until my eyes bleed, I may be unpleasantly surprised.

* It’s not really the airport’s fault, I should note. The airport (and the buses and the roads and the trains, etc) of Bangalore were designed for a city like Palm Springs (the Bangalore of 25 years ago), not for a city like San Jose (the Bangalore of today). The infrastructure of the city is lagging about 10 years behind its economy.

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