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Today, I have visited my old employer HT India.
After a big ditch in 2013, they are doing much better and even had to rent an additional floor within the office building.
Then, I had bank issues to solve as I still had a bank account in India.
In the evening, Ranju and I took the sleeper train to Kannur in Kerala. A ride of about 13 hrs.
Pictures to come hopefully sooner than later.
... s aspiration. Fashion, jewelry or tech billboards feature paler skinned Indians with kind of Euro-bland faces, the young middle class tourists are all in western style clothing and as committed to selfies as at home. Our white skin (or wrinkled faces) proved endlessly fascinating to the locals and we will anonymously feature in dozens of temple mementos. We are always asked where we are from and our 'London' response gets nods of approval.
... for such emergencies.
And would you believe that my flight was eventually delayed for a further couple of hours? We finally left Chennai at about 23:30, a full three hours after the flight was originally scheduled to leave, and a full EIGHT hours after I arrived at the airport earlier in the day. As a result, I didn't get to Scott and Tawan's home in Chennai until 3 in the morning. (Thanks so much for being awake and opening the door for me, Scott!) ...
... wasn't what I was interested in seeing more like that. We stopped to see a little Hindu temple before he dropped me off for the evening performance. We arranged for him to pick me up after the show and he volunteered that it would be a good time to go to the beach front. The first show was an hour of only one woman performing on stage to live musicians who were singing and playing traditional instruments. The entire festival was all indian music and this ...
... Joan). So we got another auto-rik (tuk tuk as I've been calling them in previous blogs). Well... all I can say is I don't know how we got there in one piece! Mum was hanging on to me and gasping every 5 minutes. A couple of times we actually breathed in because we didn't think we would get through the gap that we he was going to go through! I was in stitches the whole way and at one point I saw his face in the mirror and the driver was grinning like a Cheshire Cat! When ...