I am here. I made it safe and sound late Sunday night. I was met by my driver Jagadish... Whoa... did you catch that? I could really get used to having my own driver. He even had my name on one of those official looking placards. It was like totally cool.
The airport experience in Bangalore was nothing that special or noteworthy. The only strangish thing was the security check set up as you leave the airport. I quickly discovered after nearly getting a ticket for having a digital camera that it was most likely a way for the cops there to make some money. Once they saw my US passport, they just waved me away. Guess there still are a few good things about having a US passport abroad. :)
After getting to the car, we were off to my corporate apartment. Sounds nice huh? Well, the truth is, it was a nightmare! I'm probably exagerating a little, but it was a pretty scary experience. When Jagadish picked me up, there was another young man with him that helped carry my bags. As it turns out, he was from the apartment company. But you know... no one seems to introduce themselves, so I think you just have to figure these things out after the fact.
The apartment was located down a dark corridor in the back on the building called "Classique Mansion". That must have been the joke of the day. The place was really old and there were stray dogs wandering around everywhere howling. Rabies anyone? The apartment guy only stuck around long enough to turn on the AC and drop off the key. When I went to close the door behind him, I saw that the chain lock had been cut. Not the most assuring thing. The flourescent lighting used throughout made the apartment look like a scene out of The Shining. Yikes! The apartment was also supposed to come with an internet connection, so I decided to search the place for the port so I could get set up and at least skype Vic. No luck. All I found was a welcoming commitee of roaches in the kitchen... I was starting to lose my nerve a little. One thought occupied my mind... When is the next flight home? But knowing me, there was no way I would give up this easy. Then Vic called on my cell phone. Thank goodness for that. It was so good to talk to him. It really made me feel better, but I better stop writing about it before I give him a big head. It was 2.29$ per minute so we kept it short.
By this time it was about 3:3oam and I was beat after being in transit for nearly a day. I figured the sooner I got to sleep, the sooner morning would come and I would be able to get out of this place. [I did find a new place the next day... Yeah! (:D)] Needless to say, I was off to a rather rough start, but the good news is that I suppose things can only get better from here. Amen to that!
Shirinne