Helter Swelter
Delhi, India
We made it to India.
I've spent the last couple of nights wrapped around a ice cold water bottle. Delhi has been so hot and humid that it resembles a sauna more than a city. Sitting and doing nothing causes one to sweat. As does sleep. Chris says to think of it as a new fitness regime. We can sweat off pounds without any effort.
The photos from France are finally available. They are the visual proof that we did manage to see something other than the Indian Embassy while in Paris.
Speaking of the Indian Embassy in Paris (which I hope to do never again), the reason I was finally able to get a visa to come to India has nothing to do with them. After 20+ hours paying visits and standing in lines at the Paris Embassy, the only solution was to cancel my application, pop an application and my passport into an envelope and overnight everything to the States. First my mother then my father offered to get on a plane with the documents and fly to the Indian Consulate in Houston. Dad won the toss-up, made it onto a full plane, raced to the Consulate, got the visa issued within 15 minutes of arrival, and popped everything back in an envelope to send it back to me in Paris.
In the Washi Waxwing festival of praise, Mom and Dad win the Best Parents of the Year award. The staff at the Indian Consulate in Houston win the Best International Bureaucrats award. The Myanmar Embassy in Delhi wins an honorable mention for that award for issuing our visas for Myanmar after two 5 minute visits.
After leaving Paris we enjoyed 36 hours in London with no explosions. We had a wonderful dinner with a few close friends and hopped on the plane to India. No horrible floods here in the north, unlike in Bombay. We hope to continue our track record of avoiding both terrorists and natural disasters.
Tomorrow it's off on the train to Shimla in the foothills of the Himalayas. It's supposed to be a bit cooler there. It might be possible to leave the cold water bottle out of the bed.
We made it to India.
I've spent the last couple of nights wrapped around a ice cold water bottle. Delhi has been so hot and humid that it resembles a sauna more than a city. Sitting and doing nothing causes one to sweat. As does sleep. Chris says to think of it as a new fitness regime. We can sweat off pounds without any effort.
The photos from France are finally available. They are the visual proof that we did manage to see something other than the Indian Embassy while in Paris.
Speaking of the Indian Embassy in Paris (which I hope to do never again), the reason I was finally able to get a visa to come to India has nothing to do with them. After 20+ hours paying visits and standing in lines at the Paris Embassy, the only solution was to cancel my application, pop an application and my passport into an envelope and overnight everything to the States. First my mother then my father offered to get on a plane with the documents and fly to the Indian Consulate in Houston. Dad won the toss-up, made it onto a full plane, raced to the Consulate, got the visa issued within 15 minutes of arrival, and popped everything back in an envelope to send it back to me in Paris.
In the Washi Waxwing festival of praise, Mom and Dad win the Best Parents of the Year award. The staff at the Indian Consulate in Houston win the Best International Bureaucrats award. The Myanmar Embassy in Delhi wins an honorable mention for that award for issuing our visas for Myanmar after two 5 minute visits.
After leaving Paris we enjoyed 36 hours in London with no explosions. We had a wonderful dinner with a few close friends and hopped on the plane to India. No horrible floods here in the north, unlike in Bombay. We hope to continue our track record of avoiding both terrorists and natural disasters.
Tomorrow it's off on the train to Shimla in the foothills of the Himalayas. It's supposed to be a bit cooler there. It might be possible to leave the cold water bottle out of the bed.
posted by Jennifer P. at 4:44 AM
2 Comments:
Maybe this will cool you off. I am headed to live in Iqaluit, Nunavut (Canada's newest territory). The highes this summer have been 13 C or 53 F (and that is with 20+ hours of sunlight).
I think it'll be a cold dark winter!
Take care.
Kimu
Think of all the snow ice cream you can eat! A little clean snow, some sugar, chocolate sauce and candy sprinkles... Once I'm back home again, let me know if you need a care package.
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