So, it was up at some ungodly hour in the morning, I didn’t get my eyes open until we were on the plane to Paris, Maria kept passing comments about ‘It’s OK for those who get carried everywhere’. She got even more whingey in Paris, our flight to Paris was delayed but our flight to Bangalore was on time, and the 2 gates were miles apart, so it was a bit of a rush. I just happened to remark I didn’t realise she could walk so fast and for so long. You should have heard what she said to me, luckily she was pretty out of breath.
We got to check in on time, where we were told we had been given an upgrade, only one, not 2. I was obviously going to travel business class, but who to choose to accompany me? Maria put some heavy pressure on John together with the check in lady, who suggested he should led ‘madame’ travel business class, it being so close to Valentines. So we were off down the special corridor for special people while John headed for ‘cattle’ class. Wonder how long he’ll keep reminding us about it.
A very pleasant journey, well looked after and comfy, the only way to travel.
We eventually arrived in Bangalore in the middle of the night (blimey, it’s a long way), from the noise and the crowds you’d have thought it was the middle of the day. We had to fight off (literally) the porters who desperately wanted to help (in the expectation of a tip) and find our way out of the airport. Every time John comes here they have added something extra to the airport. He’d told us they now had 2 skyways before we came, this was fine until Claire suggested that while one end would be connected to the plane, the other end would just have a ladder. Maria is not good with ladders (and that’s a BIG understatement), luckily there was an escalator. The whole airport does rather have the look of a place being bought bit by bit at bankruptcy auctions, it mostly works but is cobbled together from bits.
The taxi ride was ‘interesting’, red lights are purely decorative and cars and motorbikes don’t work unless you’re pressing the horn. Maria and I had to close our eyes and pray a few times. But we made it to the hotel. It seems lovely, very friendly staff and nice rooms. We loved the gateman and doorman’s uniform.
Now for some sleep and some serious shopping tomorrow.