Friday 20th June
Ok, now I'm not even sure what month it is.
Went to check out - it had been raining since breakfast, and the place was steaming. Really. I'd been out of the aircon for about 10 mins and it was like I'd jumped into the swimming pool. And I really wished I could.
Flight was at 1.30, so took the 11.30 resort shuttle to the airport, to arrive at 12.30, in good time. But Ganesh had other ideas - the flight had been rescheduled to 5pm, which meant I had a bit of a wait. They'd tried to call me a number of times over the previous days, but couldn't get through. Because the travel agent had not only given them a non-existent contact number for me, but one which bore no relation whatsoever to mine. So apart from a couple of poorly-placed hotels (which I probably should have checked out a bit more closely before agreeing to), the only real problem I had with the travel agency has been an inability on their part to communicate vital phone numbers. Oh, and actually send through all the travel vouchers at once...
Anyway, the airport was also steamy, so it was a particularly pleasant experience. However, I had the thought of the bottle of port to look forward to in the evening (the resort accidentally gave me an extra bottle when I changed rooms). However, airport regulations had other ideas. I wasn't allowed to take it on the flight. I didn't really mind, after all, I didn't pay for it, but I couldn't really get a good reason from them. Something to do with it being a bottle. And / or alcohol. Anyway, the port stayed in Goa.
Eventually arrived in Bangalore, realised it was too late to go collect my suits from the tailor, so hopefully they will be in good shape by tomorrow... And in my weakened state, I signed a deal with the devil... I agreed to go to the tourist shops tomorrow with my driver. Arg, I hate those guys! Mind you, once I pick up my suits, and do a bit more shopping, I don't really have any plans.
Driver says the weather has cooled down over the past few weeks. It's averaging about 30, now...
Discovered to my joy that the Vintage Residency provides free wi-fi, so after spending about an hour trying to sort out the settings, but bolstered by a fresh lime soda, a pile of grilled chicken sandwiches and some halwa (my new most-favourite-dessert ever), I perservered, and managed to get access...
Oh, yeah. And I checked in online and gave myself aisle seats. Couldn't print out my boarding passes, the hotel doesn't have a printing facility, but hopefully I should arrive in good enough time to claim my rightful place(s).
So a nice, late start tomorrow, and, as well as free wi-fi, the sepia queen also has 24hr check-in/-out. That means that because I checked in after 8pm tonight, I can check out at 7pm tomorrow, time enough to come back and bathe before hitting the airport for the long and glorious trip home.
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