My trip to India - Part 10
posted Saturday, 21 January 2006
We land on time (10:40 pm) in Bangalore. Thus far, the trip is good. I have rested. I have given thought to the importance of my wife and children. I have ventured out into an unknown city.
I got lost and I found my way to India.
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My mind, body and spirit are completely open to what India has in store for me.
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The plane maneuvers to the terminal. There is a very long procession of cars outside. They appear to be military personnel. Hmmmm
I get off the plane and everyone walks down the ramp and into the customs/immigration check in area. The room is warm and the people (including me) look beat up and tired. I call home and let Jennie and the kids know that I have arrived safely.
I progress through customs and head to the luggage pickup area. There are several sections of the terminal under repair. The luggage conveyor belt and airport luggage room appears rather small to handle the number of people just off the full plane. I find that my suitcase has already been taken off and put in a separate section. The handle appears broken. Apparently, it was on an adventure of it's own. Robyn (from work) requested that I take some marketing material and a SpikeSource sign (enclosed in a rolled up poster sized box) to the team in India. I spend an extra twenty minutes waiting for the sign to come out. I have to fill out papers highlighting my two camera's monetary value. A security guard doesn't make it easy for me. Jennie - I need you. I finally get through and make my way to where I think the driver should be. There are drivers available willing to take me to my hotel. A driver from the hotel is supposed to be waiting for me. I don't spot him. I walk outside the terminal and there are many more drivers. This time holding signs. I find my driver with my name on a sign he is holding. We greet each other and he grabs my suitcase and we head to the car. He calls me Sir. "Yes Sir ... Can I carry that Sir ... This way Sir ... How was your trip Sir?"
I got lost and I found my way to India.
...
My mind, body and spirit are completely open to what India has in store for me.
...
The plane maneuvers to the terminal. There is a very long procession of cars outside. They appear to be military personnel. Hmmmm
I get off the plane and everyone walks down the ramp and into the customs/immigration check in area. The room is warm and the people (including me) look beat up and tired. I call home and let Jennie and the kids know that I have arrived safely.
I progress through customs and head to the luggage pickup area. There are several sections of the terminal under repair. The luggage conveyor belt and airport luggage room appears rather small to handle the number of people just off the full plane. I find that my suitcase has already been taken off and put in a separate section. The handle appears broken. Apparently, it was on an adventure of it's own. Robyn (from work) requested that I take some marketing material and a SpikeSource sign (enclosed in a rolled up poster sized box) to the team in India. I spend an extra twenty minutes waiting for the sign to come out. I have to fill out papers highlighting my two camera's monetary value. A security guard doesn't make it easy for me. Jennie - I need you. I finally get through and make my way to where I think the driver should be. There are drivers available willing to take me to my hotel. A driver from the hotel is supposed to be waiting for me. I don't spot him. I walk outside the terminal and there are many more drivers. This time holding signs. I find my driver with my name on a sign he is holding. We greet each other and he grabs my suitcase and we head to the car. He calls me Sir. "Yes Sir ... Can I carry that Sir ... This way Sir ... How was your trip Sir?"
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