Wednesday, 30 May 2012

India, Part 1 - Mumbai to Pune

Yes, I am in India for the week.

My initial impressions weren't great.  Stepping out of the airport at Mumbai was like walking into a steam room.  I then had the fun of an almost four hour drive to Pune, nearly half of which was just fighting our way out of the city. 

Mumbai itself, or at least the bits of it I saw, was pretty grim.  Great piles of rubble and filth lining the sides of the roads and makeshift shacks all over the place.  On the plus side, the drive itself wasn't nearly as scary as the trips I'd had in Hyderabad.  People seemed to generally drive in a rational manner, stopping at red lights and junctions, remaining on their own side of the road almost all the time, you know, the usual.  Of course there was the constant swerving between lanes to try and get round slower moving vehicles, not that 'lane' really applies given that lanes seem to be defined only by how many vehicles can squeeze side by side on a given piece of tarmac.

Once we were out of the city and onto the expressway the journey was fine.  The road was fairly clear and apart from a few parts where hugely laden ancient trucks laboured up hill at 5 miles an hour while my driver whizzed past them there were no incidents.

Pune itself is much nicer than Mumbai, the air isn't so humid and the streets are much cleaner.  I was a little concerned by the security at the hotel, which is more thorough than is common at even an airport.  Upon arrival the car was swabbed (presumably for explosives), searched and checked underneath with mirrors before being admitted to a kind of airlock.  The car wasn't able to proceed until the gate behind was closed, at which point the huge spikes which had been blocking our forward process were lowered.  That wasn't the end of it though.  After exiting the vehicle I had to pass through a metal detector and have my bags x-rayed, before finally getting into the hotel.

So, I started to wonder.  Is someone trying to blow up international hotels in Pune?  Should I be worried?  We didn't have security like that in Hyderabad, but maybe they assumed the traffic would get us before the bombs did...

Monday, 21 May 2012

The Amazing Scratching Man

Scratching Man,
Scratching Man,
Does whatever a scratching can.

Which sadly for him, is getting eaten by me.

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Parisian Taxi Drivers

I've had plenty of 'fun' in Paris over the years getting taxis, up until now my favourite was when I booked a cab for 8:30, he turned up at 7:30 (I was still asleep) and then charged me 40 euros waiting time after I stumbled down bleary eyed 20 or so minutes later.

Now though, I have something even better.  We ordered a cab to take us to our office in La Defence, here in fact:




He duly drove in the right direction and dropped us off outside a large office building.  We all got out and wandered over to the building and he drove away.  At this point, I started to suspect something might be up as the building wasn't number 21 - it was called Europlaza, there was no sign of our company logo in reception and most telling, we were on the wrong street.  I whipped out my trusty iPhone (OK, it can be useful for something) and discovered this:

Yes, that's right, our helpful taxi driver had dropped us over a kilometre away from where were were supposed to be.  Those of you who have been to La Defence will of course know that it's a complete maze, full of walkways, overpasses, underpasses, stairways and lifts.  We did manage to get to the office though.  Eventually.