in Bangalore after learning via Fiona's SMS that the hotel was not going to provide pickup for us as arranged). Yes, today is the day we say a sad farewell to Jaipur and head to Bangalore (ahh real work looms large).So far our flight has been delayed twice and given we can't see it on the tarmack, I suspect it won't be the last time. {We are looking right out on the runways and the previous jumbo virtually drove right up to the door - talk about service!!}
This morning we again enjoyed a wonderful fresh breakfast on the roof of Sunder Palace at their small and intimate garden restaurant. Muesili, tast and bannana shake for me, cornflakes with bananna and curd {yogurt}, bananna lassi, lemon-ginger chai for Maria.
However the harmony of the morning went out the window as- after turning up at reception at a reasonable time to finalise the bill and order a taxi we learnt that we would be cutting it fine. It didn't help that the taxi took a long (well, its all subjective) time to come. We (I) almost left the damned poster cylinder (that we've been carting all over the globe and India) at the entrance to the airport. That was interesting also - a porter whipped over and led us through the various checkin and bag drop procedures - quite different to oz (e.g., the airlines have a counter on the exterior and interior of the airport, and you bring your {checkin} bags to the security section, they process them including wrapping them in a kind of string, then you get them and take them over to your airline).
We've just spoken (chat - not voice) to a few friends back in oz, but unluckily the kids and mum don't appear to be home currently.
Not much else to say currently - all airports are alike - though this Indi-pop thats playing in the background is far too boppy (and loud) to qualify as the type of "elevator muzak" that we'd normally find at home under the same circumstances.
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