I shan't go into detail other than to say I arrived at the Embassy at 6.15 this morning in the dark to approximately 300 people in the queue in front of me. This is not hyperbole. By 7 a.m. there were approximately 400 people in the queue behind me. Confusingly, a lot of them seemed to be Indian.
Highlights included:
- The Swiss woman who stood too close, kept bumping into me in the (non-moving) queue then followed me around the building. She also forged her partner's signature on the form. (Indian officials: he's Swiss and his surname is Bruno. Couldn't be arsed to dob her in at the time, but she pissed me off sufficiently to name and shame on the Plog.)
- Getting to queue in three different places for different numbers to hand in at different queues.
- Handing over thirty quid for a sellotaped bit of paper into my passport.
I went prepared for the weather: pyjama bottoms under my jeans, two pairs of socks, two undershirts, a thin jumper, a thick jumper and a coat. A hat. A scarf. I was still cold.
I only just remembered that I wasn't really dressed for the office and probably ought to go home and get changed first. Still, I am now fully visa-ed up and ready to experience the delights of Delhi. For two fucking days.
3 comments:
In view of your recent illness I hope one of the 'delights of Delhi' you do not experience is 'Delhi Belly'.
I hope you have a good trip. Take adequate supplies of Entroocalm or whatever it is called with you. I am sure Katy will be able to advise you.
Hazel's Mum
Your language is increasingly appalling.
Please clean up your act young lady.
That is all.
Bollocks - sorry.
L x
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