after what seems like an eternity of back and forth with the indian government on my suitability as a temporary resident in their country, i am pleased to report that they have let me in!
i thought that nothing could have been more scary than having to advocate my visa case at the consulate general of india in toronto to the big man, in the big suit, with the big carpet in his office. (don’t all people of crazy importance have carpets in their offices?)
but i was wrong.
standing in line today waiting to get my visa accepted, i was shaking. i was just thinking that all the time, money, effort and tears (cough, jess) that have gone into this trip would have been for not. naught? nought? no idea.
anyway, good news loyal followers, i am here safe at my guest house under the watchful eye of a glamorous gentleman named mr. surya. he is very concerned about my intake of cold beverages. and bloody rightfully so, its hot as !$%^ here.
the view from my room:
dinner just arrived (boiled veggies and parantha, grilled flatbread?), so im going to muster up my strength and face what i know is coming my way very soon. for those of you who aren’t picking up my rather cryptic drift, one word: immodium.