traffic jams in Bangkok, I realised, are nothing compared to Bangalore. After 10 minutes in the rickety bus (which cost an arm and leg to hire by the way), we finally made a u-turn to end up opposite the hotel!
ignore the finger (ya ya I know) and check out the moo-ving traffic on the street
perhaps an indication of how things are in India - plenty of fans in the hotel coach despite the air conditioning and (sealed) windows (lessons from IT Redundancy?), and a first aid box secured by a padlock (perfect for emergencies??)
despite all the grandeur of Leela, these did not work when I checked into my room - toilet cannot flush, sink was choked, and the shower was leaking and spraying from the hose... sigh
And despite informing the hotel twice that we are postponing the coach departure time by an hour, it was nonetheless waiting for us at the original departure time!
and Indian news would cover the rush to complete the preparation (and the current mess) for the Commonwealth Games in a month's time, and all the potholes on the roads. The following is a good indication of the local sentiments:
Wednesday, 2 Sep 2010
spent the day in the hotel working (no one wanted to leave the hotel to explore the city) and experiencing a traditional Ayurvedic therapy called Shirodhara 'administered' by an Indian man. Ahh, once is enough... enough said
no this is NOT me
we left Bangalore on the 11.05pm SQ flight to Singapore. In anticipation of the evening peak hour traffic jam, we actually left the hotel at 7.30pm and arrived at the airport just after 9pm. Next was a long wait in the sparse airport drinking overpriced lattes
flight departed on time while we tried to cram in sleep for the 4 and a half flight before arriving in SG at 6am, or 3.30am Bangalore time. Easier said than done when it is only 11pm with the excitement of heading home...
Happy to make it home on time (6.30am) to send the kids to school :)
But felt like a zombie with a massive headache for the rest of the day. Hang on, zombies are dead. do they get headaches?
