Sunday, September 10, 2006
` Sunday, September 10, 2006
Woot.Woot.
In Bangalore, garden city of India.
Three weeks of business travel. Again (and again and again and again).
This is deja vu times five.
My passport has been flooded with India visas.
Everything feels way too familiar.
My colleagues wonder if I'm on commission at the local bedlinen store.
I'm dining on a first-name basis at a local mod-ish hotel cafe.
I could actually point out which dish had been missing at the Leela Palace lunch buffet.
I've seen less familiar faces in the office than in April this year or last.
I read Indian Cosmo like it's 8 Days back home.
I bargain with tuktuk drivers on a difference of 10 rupees like a jaded local.
I need help.
Woot.Woot.