A few month ago my frankness able me to enter the depature terminal II at the Indira Gandhi airport, 7 hours prior to check-in (max 2 hours allowed and hardly enough when you concider the normal chaos at the X-ray machines at check-in counter) the alternative was outdoor in the 44 C temperature or the 32 C visitor socalled 'lounge' with entrace fee: $ 1 ( what the choolies make in a day) and the place was stuffed NFW!
3-4 hours went by, had found a less noisy cozy corner. Recharging my thinkpad and even manage to use the wi-fi (just need your indian airtel mobile number - the first thing to acquire when arrive!). Nice new cool marble to sit on and the floorcleaning-walla - now with machine (!) - nicly avoided me with a big smile!
Suddenly two very serious looking gentelmen in jeans t-**** and a huge Motorola stood in front of me. When was my flight wanna see e-ticket. Passport visa aso: The the black book came out....who was the guard who let me in...? (i'd choosen the oldest they never really check anything, bad eyesight even when wearing classes model Gandhi the Elder, lucky he was now of duty') .... every frincking data was handwritten pace 4th grade.
"Mr.....This is very serious offence!"
****, see myself 50 or more bucks poorer. Eventually they ask my to stay put, wich of course i did. Soon ie 50 mins later, two very uniformed top-brass turned up. Same story, this time I noticed that HIS black book was twice the size...at least 100x2 bucks I thought....scheisse.
I was about to ask if they accepted Visa/master card, when suddenly a lotta staccato talk sounded from their mobiles... some kalebalic somewhere ells. Saved by the bell...was escorted to the exit and pointet toward the 'lounge' where I due to a little social enginering got in for free.
Never a dull moment on the Subcontinent....nice... Keeps one awake!
Last edited by fhegner; 27th Oct 2009 at 03:03.