19
September

Maybe it is that bad…

When we realized that we were moving to Bangalore, we started making lists of all of the things that we would need while we were here.  We figured that transportation for Willy to get to the office and the lils to get to school was high on the list, given the relative proximity to one another and the limited public transit.  I immediately started researching, and Willy started talking to his colleagues here.

The more digging we did, the more it became apparent that not only was a car a necessity to get pretty much every where, but that that car would need to have a driver too.  Our first clue was in talking to the folks that are helping with the relocation.  When we suggested that schools within a kilometre of so potential housing locations would be worth considering as we preferred to walk our children to school, there was a long pause.  When she spoke again, it was simply to say “oh, you won’t be walking them to school, or anywhere.”

We brushed it off as her being overly cautious, and kept making plans. We started to prepare for our trip, and Willy talked to local colleagues about it.  They had much advice, a good deal of it around road safety.  “Just make sure you are very careful in crossing the road on foot. Do expect challenges in road crossing and do not expect any rules or cars stopping for you on road. Barring road crossing city is quite safe…”, said one note.  “To be honest I do not think you should even attempt to drive… Expect all rule breaks as there are actually no rules here,” cautioned another.  I couldn’t believe it was that bad.  Then a friend sent us this link, which claims that Bangalore is among top cities with the most horrific traffic in the world.

It really hit us when we got here.  Willy had experienced some amount of the traffic when he was here two years ago, but it is seemingly worse.  There are cars, scooters, motorcycles, city buses, construction vehicles, pedestrians, auto rickshaws, and bicycles coming at you from all directions.  While driving, if you need to merge with traffic, you can wait, or just force the other cars into oncoming traffic.  If you need to cut across, it is acceptable that there will be disruption to traffic in all directions.  U-turns can be fast, or slow.  The other cars will just avoid you, you hope.  No one uses their signal lights, they use their horn or repeated flashes of their brights to signal their intent or  tell you to get out of the way.  Lastly, there are stray animals and livestock everywhere on the roads, even the “faster” roads coming in to the city centre.  They don’t move or seem bothered by the cars and noise, so the cars are expected to avoid them.

The scariest part for me is the complete disregard for what we have come to recognize as personal safety rules.  Very few of the cars have seat belts in the back, there are no car seats, most drivers of the ‘cycles don’t wear helmets or wear helmets that are undone or won’t protect you in a crash, talking on cell phones is outlawed so many drivers are texting as they drive, the aforementioned livestock roaming free on many higher speed roads, and there is seemingly no limit on the number of people that you can cram on/in a vehicle.  Today I saw four on a motorcycle!  Two adults and two small children, three of them sitting sideways, zipping through traffic.

There were countless times that I closed my eyes and thought I was going to die over the last few days.  I am told that accidents just do not happen,and that I will get over that, but I am certain that it will take longer than a year.  It will be pretty hard to drive with my eyes closed, so maybe it’s just best if we get that recommended driver while we are here.

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18
September

Travelling to Bangalore, lessons learned

After a long wait, and much teeth gnashing and hair greying, Willy and I finally started our journey to Bangalore on Friday.  The visas came in on wednesday, and this made for a wee bit more scrambling to the week, we were glad for the forward progress.  We even got to start a day earlier than anticipated!  

At first I did not realize how this trip was very much a dry run for us, but the very process of getting there brought this point home for us.  Some discoveries were pleasant surprises, like the number of services that are offered on long haul international flights.  Services that are a far distant memory in North American travel. Food. Free booze. Pillows. Blankets. Real cutlery. Services that made us feel downright spoiled in comparison to the closer to home travel that we have done recently. All in all I learned some valuable lessons, that will serve us well on our return trip with the lils in a few short weeks, and noted that I made some pretty rookie mistakes. Some lessons learned…

My first mistake was to fail on charging my iPad during the first flight.  Always charge your devices while you can.  If not, you are sure to find your self in an airport where North American style plugs are rare or taken, your converter is in a checked bag, and then *gasp*, you find your self on a plane that doesn’t have plugs at every seat.  Or any seat.

I also didn’t bring enough to entertain me.  Nine hours is a long time for anyone to be stuck in one place, let alone one with slight attention deficit tendencies. It doesn’t matter how many movies there are playing in the seat back tv if you end up on a plane without them. I might have asked “are we there yet?” about 1568 times.

Curse USB and their 80 million options.  Make sure that the damn e-books get on your reader before you leave the house, or at least bring the correct cable.  Because the one that is the right shape, but apparently a smidge undersized?  Will not let you download no matter how you wiggle it.  Plan B is to install on my iPad and read there, but I really, really like my reader, and would have liked to read on the plane.  The next one has wi-fi. 

Order the vegetarian meal, or any special meal, actually.  If you are lucky it will have paneer in it, and it will come much faster than every one else’s. Except maybe those in first class.  They pretty much eat what ever and when ever they want.  

If your butter is too firm, place it under the hot meal tray to soften it up.  Don’t leave it too long though, or you end up with a puddle of clarified butter all over your tray, right Willy?

Row 53 is not the last row in the plane. There are in fact three rows behind it!

Be a better plane sleeper, use drugs if you must.  Otherwise you will get stuck between much better plane sleepers on an older plane.  Watching soccer on a small screen at the front of your section. Sleeping approximately 2hours over the course of two long days of flying will make you delirious.  The bed, when you reach it, is heaven.  I slept 10 and a half hours!

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22
August

A tale of two passport officers

There are lists upon lists upon lists in this house right now.  My India lists were taking over my list book, so I had to buy a special book that now houses all of the lists relating to our big adventure.  The very first list in this new book is the urgent to-do list. There are very few things on this page at the moment, but I can see it filling quickly in the coming months.

One of the things that we MUST GET DONE to figure out when we might possibly move to India is apply for visas.  This process is said to take ten business days, and requires that we have passports that are valid after the proposed return date to Canada.  Willy’s and my passports met this requirement, but the lils did not.  Once we realized this was the case, we gathered all that we needed and I went to the passport office bright and early on a Tuesday morning.

When I arrived, I presented the applications, and told the person who assigns the number our story, including the need for urgency, and my desire to expedite our applications. He gave encouraging responses, and put me in the cue.  When my number was called, I went to the wicket and again explained my story.  We were moving to India for a temporary placement of one year. We need visas for tickets, but need to renew the passports for the visas, and that we would like to have the passports returned quickly, in case we were asked to move in early September. When I was finished, he asked what day our flight was.  I explained again the passport to visa to ticket link, and he looked at me like I had three heads.  He explained that he didn’t believe that we would be wanting to move to India that quickly, and asked for proof from Willy’s work.

Proof I didn’t have.  I tried to talk to the agent, see what I could do to make validate the information that I was presenting him with, but I was met with blank looks and repeated head shakes. He made me feel as though I was a thorn in his side, who should have known better than to come down to the office without a plane ticket booked.  He pretty much assured me that tickets would be necessary, but eventually conceded that a letter might suffice.

Resigned to the fact that I would not be doing an expedited renewal of the passports that day, I asked what the turnaround for the service would be, so I could plan for my return trip.  He told me that it was nine days.  Given this was one day short of the regular turnaround, and that I would have to leave and come back the next day, I asked that they be processed normally.  He denied me of that too, because there was more than one year before the passports expired.  He told me that the only way I could get the passports renewed was on the 24-hr turnaround.  Apparently this all should have been explained to me when I checked in, but it wasn’t. When I left I was really close to tears, tears of frustration and time wasted.

Two days later I returned bright and early.  This time I was armed with a letter from Willy’s work, and was willing to turn on the water works if necessary.  There were very few people waiting, so I got to the wicket quickly.  I was met by a smiling face, someone who seemed executed and interested to hear about our adventure.  As he quickly processed the two applications, he made jokes with me and was genuinely pleasant.  The only disappointment I had was minor, when he told me that I could not get the passport within a day if I didn’t have an imminent flight.  This was quickly rectified when he told me that the passports would be ready two days later.  I left happy, with our timeline back on track.

Now that I safely have the two new passports in hand,  I can’t help but wonder how it is that I had such different experiences in the same week.  I told essentially the same story, save for the letter authenticating the trip.  While this did have an impact on the outcome, I was also misinformed by the first agent that I met with, a fact that wouldn’t have changed with the letter.  I understand now why this is such a feared and loathed experience for many.

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